Motherhood has it's perks as well as it's frustrations. The slight inconvenience of nursing is more than compensated for by not having to mess with formula, the relaxing bonding time it creates, and a significantly larger bosom. Eva is a relatively patient baby, and doesn't upset easily, except for fussy periods in the evenings. Her little smiles and facial expressions are priceless, and the other day I heard her giggle in her sleep. It took me by surprise because she's never laughed before. She makes cute little noises when she sleeps, which I find surprisingly reassuring at night. It's amazing how much my emotions are tangled up in this tiny bundle, only three weeks old and still unable to focus on close objects without going cross-eyed. Her smile lights up my day, and concern for her tummy troubles can put me in tears.
There are moments of frustration, like when I have to change three diapers in the space of 10 minutes because she decides to poop in phases rather than all at once. Of course, running up and down the stairs to change her is probably the reason why I've lost a total of 25 pounds, and only have 10 more to go. That, and the fact that I'm not eating like I was when I was pregnant. It amazes me that no matter when I try to squeeze in a meal, she wakes up the minute I sit down to eat it. Dave and I often have to take turns eating dinner. I also have to be careful about what I eat, and avoid anything that might make her gassy, like broccoli, cabbage and beans. But our little girl is more than worth it, and already changes a bit every day. She's recently developed a case of baby acne on her face and scalp.
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