1. Henley’s gotta eat. I’m her personal milk machine and she loves to nurse. Pretty much all day long.
2. Henley likes to be held. This goes hand in hand with nursing. She likes to eat and then snuggle. Eat then snuggle. In her opinion, the hour or so in between feedings should be spent on rocking, singing, cuddling, and talking with her.
3. Henley is so darn cute! Even when I could put her down to play on the floor, I would much rather hold her. I like talking to her and getting those big gummy grins in return. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a good smile.
4. Once I finally get Henley fed, adequately snuggled, and tear myself away from her smile I jump in the shower. Ten whole minutes of time to myself before Henley wakes up and wants to be fed again. Or held. Or she just doesn’t want me to be in the shower.
5. Gotta feed that baby again! And change a diaper or two. Then, if I’m lucky, she’ll take a nap. Yay!
6. What do I do with this free time? Make lunch for myself, brush my teeth, put clothes on, check my email. Then guess what?
7. Time to hold/feed/snuggle/entertain the baby again.
8. Time to adore the darling baby again.
9. Time to cook dinner. Not very easy with a baby in your arms.
10. Time for bed!
Basically, I consider the days when I manage to get myself and Henley both fully clothed to be days of major accomplishment.
Okay, so things aren’t quite this bad…anymore. I guess I’m just realizing that there is no such thing as “quick” anymore. Getting a baby ready to go to town, go feeding, go to the doctor/grandma’s/etc. takes forever. And getting yourself ready takes even longer!