Maternity leave would be just like summer vacation. We would take walks every day, visit friends, go shopping, do yoga, be BWE, read! I had a very idealistic view of my time off. It's amazing how little you can accomplish in day with a newborn. That was probably the hardest lesson. Every day I had to remind myself of my new priorities: Kyra, eat, sleep, Cheddar, then everything else. Now and again something, usually sleep, would be set aside to indulge in my fanciful version of life in order to maintain my own sanity.
Now that the time is almost over, I feel satisfied with where we are and what we've achieved. But mostly I feel sad and terrified that I don't get to be bothered every three hours for a feeding and diaper change. How am I going to live without seeing Kyra smile as she falls asleep or pout when she gets hungry or struggle through her developing digestive system? We'll have to wait and see...
