I'm now at home, desperately trying to get a handle on the dirty dishes that are piling up in the sink. The carpet needs to be vacuumed. All my nursing bras are in the laundry. The answering machine is flashing double digits. But somehow, in the midst of the chaos that has become my sleep-deprived life, I find it in myself to let go.
Babies are pretty forgiving creatures.
They don't care if we cursed like sailors during labor. Really all they care about is being fed, held and loved. Learn to let go. And once I get all these people out of my house, I'll just go topless. It's as if he somehow figures out that if he wants to eat anything more complex than potato chips out of a bag, he'd better whip that kitchen into shape.