The Toughest Job Ever.

Or maybe I should say, so far.

On October 24, 2009, my husband and I welcomed our daughter, Mimi, into this world. After about 12 hours of labor and a few hard pushes, she came out kicking and screaming. Ten fingers, ten toes, a hairy head and bright blue eyes, she weighed a nice six pounds and fourteen ounces, and measured 21 inches in length. After the doctor declared her healthy and normal, I held her in my arms and watched in amazement as she lay quietly against my chest, looking around and smiling. She is healthy. She is normal. What a relief, I thought.

My next thought: I will never sleep much again.

I was warned that parenthood would be tough, but this first month has wiped. Me. Out. And I’ve only been a parent for three weeks. I’m not complaining. The joy of a newborn is impossible to put into words (or maybe I’m too tired to come up with the right words and expressions). But it is exhausting. I don’t recall being this tired, ever. It’s not just the middle-of-the-night feeding and diaper-changing. It’s the fear of the unknown. The worry that I’m doing something wrong. The wigging out over the smallest things.

It has been quiet here at The M Report for obvious reasons, but in my free and conscious moments, I’ve been putting together ideas for new posts which I hope I’ll start publishing before the year’s over including some interesting interviews and other little reports. I’m also reviewing my main site which I need to update, too. Oh, gosh. Can you believe it’s already November? Where did this year go already?

Hope you’re all doing well. Have a great week!

Tagged as: baby, birth, parenting