Well, I am starting to feel as if I might return to the land of the living.....it has certainly been a journey. Physically - I would say for 22 hrs in the trenches, I am recovering nicely. Maya is so good, we are really lucky. She is a sleeper, all be it, during the day, she does sleep. She is ready to suck on some real milk as well. So we are both waiting for the ominous approach of the the waterfall of leche that is on its way.
Meanwhile....thank you all for your beautiful words and e-mails. It is so hard to be away from my friends and family....so this blog is a godsend to be able to somewhat share this experience with all of you.
Parenthood does have it moments and last night - I must share a funny one.....Maya gave us 5.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep, then she awoke...and nothing except constant sucking, walking, rocking and cooing would cajole her into a state of grace...however, being the idiots that we are...we forgot one big rule...the Diaper!!!!!
Since my milk as yet to make its way, she has yet to really give us the full force of her bowels, so her diapers have really not been a true focus - yet. But we remembered - after an hour or so of trying everything else to calm her that perhaps she needed changing....ahh, we were right....so, seeing as how I had walked her and let her suck me dry of colostrum for an hour or so, Paul stepped up to the plate and carried her to the changing table.
I sat in bed watching him and talking him thru his first unassisted 'nappy' change. Well....let me just say, that for a man whose job, career and talent is ropes, knots, quick escapes, karibiners, and climbing tall things...the small ubiquitous diaper was posing a problem. As her screams became more insistent and longer, his facial expression became more and more befuddled...his hands became like paralysed sausages and I just began to laugh! And for those of you out there who have given birth, you know that laughing deeply and gutterly at this stage of the game is quiet painful...as well as the fact that I was wetting my pants at the same time. It was soooooo hilarious....I know I should not laugh as my daughter screams - but his face and hands were a picture....and Paul Cooper, mountain climber, rope expert, able to scale tall buildings in a single bound, was humbled. And he deserved it!!!
Needless to say , I made my way slowly over, with wet pants of my own, and showed him, slowly and methodically how to get her changed....with patience in my voice and pee running down my own leg....Ahhhhhh, parenthood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is truly been a journey....more to come...love to you all, kat
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