Postpartum Care -- Part Two

My Little Peanut,

Just so you know, we're not going to check into one of those postpartum care centers I mentioned earlier. We're gonna stay home with Daddy, and Grandma will come over to see you from time to time. Oh, guess what?! You might also be able to scream at Uncle Joey and Genevieve.

Mommy watched two video clips on "How to Give a Newborn a Bath" and another one on "How to Change a Baby's Diaper" today, and I'm sure we'll be just fine. Not that raising you would be the same as having a cat, but it looked much easier than giving Nuage a bath (and I won't have to deal with fur flying everywhere). There is one thing you should keep in mind though. When the baby in the bathing videos started crying and his parents were trying to comfort him by saying things like, "It's okay" and "Daddy's here", I couldn't stop laughing 'cause (1) I found them odd things to say at the moment a baby's getting bathed, and (2) in my head, the baby was saying, "Just shut up and hurry up" or "I can't believe you woke me up for THIS". Anyway, remember this: If I'm laughing while you're crying during bath, it's because Mommy's got a hyper and wacky imagination. When you're 3 months old, you can start laughing at Mommy too.

More importantly, we're not going to one of those postpartum care centers because Daddy and I want to be with you 24/7. We're extremely blessed and we've come a long way to have you. We wouldn't miss it for the world. I know I'm going to spend every waking moment studying your every facial expression and body movement. I want to know who you are and learn all your quirks. I want to sing and talk to you (and Daddy can read the dictionary to you). Good or bad, come rain or shine, it's "us" and that's all it matters.

We haven't even met yet, and I already know I will never be able to stop loving you.

p.s. Daddy was joking about the dishwasher thing. He's like that. You'll see.

Love,
Mommy