Remember when I had my baby?
Like, 2 weeks ago?
As soon as I knew that my baby boy was coming, I called my mom.
Correction: I told TJ to call my mom. I was dealing with painful contractions.
Once mom knew that this baby was coming, she jumped on a plane and flew out to C-bus.
Mom stayed with us for 12 days.
For 12 days, she cooked and cleaned and even washed our laundry and drove TJ to and from school.
She let me cry for absolutely no reason (gotta love those hormones) and gave me great advice on being a mom.
She let me take naps and sit around in my pajamas all day long.
Well, those 12 days came to an end much too quickly.
Mom left on Saturday.
I spent most of the day Saturday crying (seriously, those hormones? awesome.)
Having my mom here meant I hadn’t fully taken on the role of being the mom yet. I was scared to attempt it without her here.
Sunday was fantastic…TJ let me sleep and shower and even made me lunch (mac and cheese…his specialty).
But then it was Monday. TJ left for school. I was left at home. Alone. With a baby.
He slept practically all day long. Which meant I slept practically all day long. And that was awesome.
I received phone calls from friends…just checking to make sure I wasn’t having a melt down. I was happy to say that both Riker and I were doing just fine.
Dinner was provided by a very sweet friend. TJ came home to shower his little boy with love and kisses. I was allowed to watch the Bachelor.
Overall, it was a good day. We survived today…now we are ready for tomorrow.