The thing about having a baby is you go into it thinking you know what is going to happen. Sure there are some uncertainties but for the most part you think you have some idea of how it is. It isn’t actually like that at all.
At least in the first week the goal is survival, not just of baby but everyone who is staying up all night trying to take care of baby. I caught Don watching an infomercial for temperpedic beds, one of those that lasts a whole 30 minutes… he had no idea it was on. Last night at 8:00pm I was so tired I could barely put food in my mouth, it was already prepared I just had to get it into my mouth and chew.
There are other things like cloth diapers; I am all about cloth diapers. However I have a small baby who doesn’t yet fit into the wraps (I have posted a picture to show how it is working so far). 
The thing I was least prepared for was the feeding. I am a big believer in feeding breast milk to a baby; it is by far the healthiest thing for them. Oh my goodness it is not an easy thing. Ryan is a good latcher but he is impatient and wants what he wants right then, none of this working for it business. There are a lot of details I could give in this section but I will leave them out for now, needless to say it is very different then what I imagined.
The good news is that he is an awesome baby, he is content and sweet. How could you not just love him all to pieces? My mom is harassing me because she says I stare at him which makes him wake up. Ok, well I must get back to it.