It's been a blur of a seemingly endless cycle of breast-feeding (or attempts of), burping and diaper-changing in the past 24 hours since I got to Seattle to join in on my new niece, Miss Chloe's Welcoming Committee.
I've heard plenty of cautionary tales, but the experience has been even more exciting and exhausting and puzzling as I could ever imagine. One minute you look at the angelic little face and that fuzzy feeling gushes from the bottom of your heart, the next minute milk gushes from her mouth all over your hair and you wish you were somewhere else.
Thank goodness they have a supporting cast the size of a Broadway production, with notable veteran Baby-Raising award-winners, namely her mother- and sister-in-law. What a difference experience makes.
One thing you learn quickly is after the whole birthing process, women lose all sense of modesty and everyone becomes impervious to bloody and fecal matter.
This afternoon, my sister in a rare moment of lucidity remarked that she felt like she's in some kind of a parallel universe these past couple days where reality doesn't exist. I welcomed her to the beginning of the rest of her new life, and made a mental note to self to refill my birth control as soon as I get home.
This is a sign to leave me alone. Adios!