I was thinking this morning about the last 7.5 months with Nyla and how much our life has changed. I had to laugh because I realized that in the beginning, Paul and I had no idea what we were doing. I mean, NO IDEA. Everything with Nylabelle was so foreign to us; it was like seeing an alien every time she moved or made a squeak. "Oooh Paul, she moved her finger!" And we were clueless about how to take care and raise a baby.
This is not to say that we're total experts now, because that is so far from the truth. But I feel, after living in fear for 30-odd weeks, Paul and I are finally hitting our stride with this petite human. Whew! We can tell Nyla's moods, we've got her on (somewhat) of a schedule, we almost always know what's up when she's having a fit, and we're figuring out this whole "we have a baby" thing.
Things that still freak us out:
1. Nyla throwing a fit while changing a diaper
2. Giving her a bath in the big tub
3. Her changing poops (gross)
4. Her slamming her head on anything...this is my number one fear right now since she has become so mobile.
All in all, we're learning to be parents. Wish it would have kicked in a little sooner, maybe more around the 3-week age, but whatever. Nyla's no worse for wear and she won't ever know that her mommy and daddy were total morons when she was born.
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