I am SUPER MOM

People warn you about the challenges of parenthood...but you don't really believe them. I remember sitting in my doctor's office a week and a half before Isaac was born, and I told him " I am ready to deliver NOW". He said, "Yea, but then the hard part really starts." I responded, "Yea right, anything is easier than THIS". We bantered back and forth for a few minutes as he tried to convince me how difficult parenting was, and I tried to convince him how tough I was. I sat there quite smug, arrogantly thinking, " Mmmhmmm... suuuuuure.  You were just doing something wrong. My baby will be perfect. Yea, you just aren't as tough as I am. I am SUPER MOM!" Well, now I know. I get it. I can crawl out of my proverbial hole of arrogance and accept that those "other people" were actually just like me. It is that hard. There are so many aspects to the baby care process... let's just take spitting up for today's lesson.  How can a baby have that much spit up? It's like a scene from the exorcist. The feeding period takes so much longer because his little tummy can't take all that milk at once.  But lord help me, if he doesn't get all the food he needs at once, he will definitely let me know! By the time we are done with a feeding session, we go into our burping routine. If we are lucky, we get all the burping and spitting up done WITH the burp rag.  That kind of luck only happens about 50 percent of the time. The other half is spent with me changing my shirt and his shirt up to 3 times because the curdling chunks decided to wait until just after I put on a new shirt. It's best when this occurs at 2 AM. That is my favorite time. You know... when you really feel like making wardrobe changes. Who needs sleep at that time? Like I said... I am super mom, hear me roar.