I had a friend ask me this morning if I’m at the point where I feel like I know what I’m doing yet.
I really had to think about that one. I mean, I’ve managed to keep a tiny human alive for 7 weeks now. (6 without the aid of doctors and nurses.) For that alone I feel accomplished. I’ve learned how to soothe crying, anticipate hunger, and put a binky in a small mouth in the dark. I know how to get a onesie over a newborn’s head without them freaking out. I can feed a baby and text at the same time. I’ve survived numerous sprays of urine, and my first public diaper blowout. I’ve managed to get my Christmas shopping done, albeit, much more simply than in the past. I even take a shower and brush my teeth on occasion.
Although, I’m still not sure how you get yourself and the baby ready and out the door in less than 2 hours time. Or how to keep the house clean or eat healthy again.
I have no idea how to figure out how to get even wear out of all his little clothes. I’m certain we’ll end up hardly wearing some outfits.
I don’t know how I’ll ever manage to give him a bath without my husband‘s help.
How do I know he’s not bored? Is it normal when he doesn’t poop for 24 hours? When is it time to send him to the nursery at church?
I guess I still have questions.
But the one thing I have figured out, is that I’ll figure them all out.
The same friend who posed the question today told me a few weeks ago, “if you haven’t figured it out yet, parenting is a blend of winging it, calling your mom, Google-ing and asking questions on Facebook.”
Yep, sounds about right. I guess I do know what I’m doing!