Sometimes I still feel like I am playing mom... like I'm a little girl and this baby is my little doll and its just some big fat joke. We haven't really experienced real life yet. So far, too good.
Eloise's first week of life was spent in the hospital.
Then we had Grandma Betsy taking care of us.
At 2 weeks old we flew across the country to spend 3 weeks in California. (Word to the wise-When recovering from giving birth and learning the ropes of motherhood... The best way to do it is in a villa in southern California with your mom and sister next door. daily maid service. naps at the pool and on the beach. baby loving the fresh air and all the arms to hold her. I mean... could life get better? No way.)
And only after a quick stop in Manhattan to reintroduce Craig to his chubby daughter, we have spent her 6th week of life in Boston with Bella (my mom refuses to be called Grandma)
My laundry was washed and folded, I took a nap yesterday, and I got to eat my breakfast, lunch and dinner without holding a baby (which is more difficult than you all make it seem).
So ya... we haven't experienced reality yet.
Tomorrow I leave to go home. To be just my little family in my little apartment. No more vacations in the near future. Just day to day goodness to look forward to.
I just hope I don't get Mastitis again. And I hope baby girl doesn't catch another cold. Because in times like that... It's really nice when your own mom is around. :)