I'm either becoming used to not having a continuous amount of sleep or am now delirious from sleep deprivation. I'd like to think it's the first but it's probably the second. In any event, I've made my way back onto a computer.
Sticky Bun's birth story is on the way.
I can't believe how easily Four Pounds of Fury (what I've nicknamed SB's crying fits) can make me shiver in my boots. Girl can YELL! And then she turns a fine red-purple. I'm glad the Fury doesn't frustrate me or push me over the edge but it does make me a wee bit scared of her. Less now that I'm home and have gotten used to it. I bluff my way through it, acting like I don't care and hum her a song. But she has to notice that I move my ass a little faster to get her diapered ;)
I also have moments when I look at her and can't believe she is mine. This little being is my daughter. And then I am filled with so much love for her and The Man, I can hardly stand it. I love maternity leave and being able to bond with her.
I am not torn up in the places I thought I would be. So my recovery is very different from what I imagined. Thank goodness for pain killers. But more about that will be in the birth story.
All right. That's it for now. I finally started responding to emails but I've not made or answered phone calls just yet. Mainly because I seem to have forgotten all vocabulary past second grade which makes stringing together complete sentences pretty impossible. Hopefully even a little more sleep will come my way eventually or I may just have to throw out my phone.
