Well, we've been parents for two months now. Lukas is showing us the ropes, and we're jumping through all of his hoops. We've taken the crash course in parenting 101, and so far, I've learned the following:
What it feels like to be a dairy cow. Nothing says 'mooooooo' like a double electric breast pump.
What chaos really means. You don't know chaos until you wake up to feed your screaming baby at 3am, only to find that they've pooped through their clothes. Upon removal of said clothes, you learn that they've actually pooped on their entire lower body. After much kicking, smearing, screaming, and a copious amount of baby wipes, you clean up the baby, only to have him pee all over himself and your bed while you're reaching for the clean diaper. Finally, after stripping the bed and changing the baby (again), you turn to pick him up, and he immediately spits up all over himself and you. Are you going to feed that baby, already, or what?
Never turn your back on a naked baby. See previous comment on chaos for an explanation.
Never say never. We said we would never give our baby a soother. We said we'd never sleep with the baby in our bed. I said I'd never get one of those short mommy-haircuts. We've done it all...and I have no doubt we'll continue to contradict our ill-informed pre-baby selves. Hah.
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