It's been a week since I've been a mom. I already can't keep track of days vs nights vs anything. Time is going by so fast and my Lyla is a week and 2 days old. It's been a rough week for sure because having a newborn with you at all times is no picnic. I'm constantly worrying she's not breathing, not eating, or cold. I hate her to leave my side for a minute (and when her dad took her for a walk for an hour, I cried hysterically when she came home worried about her). I'm so damn emotional I cry just thinking about how I'm crying all the time. I know this is totally normal but I feel like a freak.
I don't feel able to let my baby be taken from me to just sit somewhere. I've found myself able to multitask like a champ while she's in my arms. It's better that then let her sit by herself. People tell me I'm going to spoil her that it's not healthy. Well, she's under 6 pounds and totally freaking helpless. If you don't think I'm going to cuddle her and give her all the attention I can, you're crazy. When she's bigger and doing more things on her own, I'll relax a bit.
Eventually I'm going to chill out and have a routine to my life. But I'm not in any rush. I'm just enjoying spending as much time with Lyla as I can. Even if it's just sitting on my couch staring at her all afternoon.