She's Not My First Born!

I remember bringing Miss Mia home from the hospital and following every piece of advice to the "T".  I worried about how to carry her, feed her, diaper her and dress her.  Speaking of dressing her, I think she went through 10 wardrobe changes a day.  She drooled?  Change her.  We're moving from the living room to the family room?  Change her.  We need to wear the 1000 newborn outfits we received as gifts?  CHANGE HER!

Now, I have Miz Aise and I have to laugh.  You can so tell she's not my first born.  The main reason - this gal really hasn't worn any of the fussy, cutesy, unbelievably uncomfortable outfits I would thrust Miss Mia in.  Nah, Miz Aise is more the footie and sleep sack type gal.

Miz Aise spits up on me . . . so be it. I almost wear the spit up with pride.  And, I don't bother changing her because I know there is going to be more.  As long as she's not soaking wet, let's give her a little time and change her with the next diapey change.

She's focused on the tv?  Okay.  That means she can see (and I'll admit it, I'm kinda glad when she focuses on the tv, giving me a little breather!!!!)  I was horrified when Miss Mia would focus on the tv.  I instantly felt like the world's most horrible Mom and would try to distract her - even if she was a 3 month old and just excited by the movement and color.

She IS sleeping "all night".  I was tricked into saying that Miss Mia didn't sleep all night.  It wasn't until later that I found out "all night" is defined by the experts as one 5 hour stretch.  Yes, Miz Aise is sleeping a 5 hour stretch.

I know there will be many more of these instances as we go along.  No, I'm not going to be totally relaxed . . . Miz Aise will not be given a basket of chocolate for her first Easter, I will again make my own baby food and I may be even more diligent with her food consumption (just because I see Miss Mia is already trying to feed her grown up food). 

And - what really shows that she is not my first born . . . all of that advice that I'm still getting . . . yah, go ahead and give it to me if you really feel the need.  But, guess what - I'm probably not going to follow it.  And those horror stories you feel it's necessary to share?  Go ahead and share 'em.  I have my own.  Just don't get upset when I share some of mine with you in return!