Weeks 5-6

• Whatever I thought it would be, it's not. The things I thought would be easy (let him cry himself to sleep) are immensely difficult, if not impossible. The things I thought I couldn't do (leave him with a babysitter) I find surprisingly easy.
• Seriously. Throw out the book. All it does is increase stress over all those 'simple' goals that remain ever so elusive.
• Every smile completely erases every crying, fussing moment. I've read that there is no rational reason for humans to have children. Logically, that's true - it messes up your perfect lifestyle, it makes you sick, tired, and poor, and forget about seeing all those awesome movies the day they come out. But when that little smile briefly crosses that little face, I don't care about logic and reason. I can't wait for the hugs and kisses.
• When the baby sleeps in his own room, my sporadic hours of sleep are so much better. I thought I wouldn't move his bed for months yet - but one month in my room was quite enough.
• Being sick while breast feeding sucks. But when both of us are sick (and no one can take medicine) that's even worse.
• After nearly a year alcohol-free, I can barely take my liquor. Guess it'll be a while before I can casually sip a margarita and drive home.
• All my fears about the pacifier have come to naught. After a week of successfully lulling the boy to sleep, he has discovered it is not, in fact, a nipple, and no longer wants to use it. Guess he better figure out how to stick out his thumb.