Newborn babies are a lot of work.
This beautiful baby is Tara's four day old daughter, Wren. I am currently in California meeting Wren, and helping Tara and Kent get a handle on parenthood. You would think I would be a lot of help, having just recently dealt with a newborn of my own, but it turns out I am not.
It turns out that the skill set needed for a newborn is extremely specific, and goes away almost immediately after your child stops being a newborn, and starts trying to climb the kitchen cabinets. For instance, my swaddle is waaaay off. I used to be able to wrap Meg so tightly it was like she was shrink wrapped, all in under 15 seconds. Now, though, I am all thumbs. I couldn't even remember how deep the top corner needed to be to cover her little hands and keep them snug. Rookie mistake. Oh, and I forgot just how fast a newborn will pee once you take off a diaper, and how wiping sometimes makes them poop more. I hung my head in shame when a simple diaper change turned into a full outfit and blanket change because of my slow hands.
Of course, by the time my newborn skills come back, it will be time to leave, and put my toddler wrangling skills back to work. I hope Meg understands when I try to burp her instead of wipe her face, and when I make soothing ocean noises instead of playing "peek a boo." I also hope she doesn't mind when I call her "Wren." After all, Wren hasn't minded the fact I have repeatedly called her "Meg." Of course, Tara has also been calling her "Molly," which is the dog's name, so I don't feel too bad about that one.
After all, newborns are a lot of work.
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