It’s three in the morning. My husband is asleep. My baby is asleep. My cats are asleep. I, however, am wide awake and I feel like a truck ran over me. What is wrong with this picture? Since I’ve never been one to fight insomnia, I’m going to roll with it and bang out a blog post. Even if it is the most random piece of writing I ever put together.

I’m sitting in the baby’s room typing (finally with two hands!) waiting for her to wake up for her three am feeding. She’s a sleeping late. Soon I’ll have to wake her up because apparently she has a stomach the size of a walnut. You’d never guess that though. She eats like she has a bottomless pit. But thankfully she eats! I felt like such a failure when my milk was two days late coming in and I thought I was starving her. Yesterday, when she finally had her first poopy diaper, I was ready to break out the sparkling cider and have a celebration. The things that make a first time parent ecstatic….

I just am so overwhelmed with things to tell you. I must have had 5000 blog posts go by in the last five days. Before I blogged about every little thing. Now every big thing is going by and I can’t take a second to stop and record it. Life is amazing right now. As my friend Kate emailed me (thank God for email since I can’t for the life of me stay connected by phone right now) “your children are the orgasm of life…” I have never felt so much love at one time before. It’s like a giant gush.

I was watching Law and Order (while I ate lasagna on autopilot not tasting a bite of it but knowing I need to eat or I might faint and fall over dead) and suddenly I was overwhelmed by fear that something might happen to my little girl. I should not watch television shows about children getting abducted by that “p” word (a noun, as in a person who is very very very bad to children) that I’m not even going to type because I can’t stand google finding me and bringing me that kind of traffic. I suddenly started shaking and crying buckets of tears. I seriously believe that if something happened to my little bug, I would rather be dead than go on living. I know I should not think such morbid thoughts but I cannot bear anything ever happening to such a precious life.

She is so perfect you can’t even believe it. I always wanted a baby but I never expected this. She is more than I could have ever dreamed up. I used to want to go to the baby store and just buy a baby (wouldn’t that be so much easier than four years of trying trying trying, I thought?) but now I’m so glad I waited. I could never have picked out a more wonderful baby for myself. She mystifies me.

Before I turn this post into another crying jag, I just want to say thank you internet. Wow. When I got home and read all my comments (when I was still awake and running on adrenaline, as opposed to right now when I am actually asleep while I am awake) I had to fight back tears (a theme with me these days). So many people had so many good wishes. You really know how to make a girl feel like a rock star. I almost fear the day that somebody forms a backlash “I hate SAJ” club. I just never realized so many people had been going through this journey with me. I just want to say thank you. Thank you for everything.

Hopefully soon I’ll get better at updating (with pictures for the relatives)!!!! I know you all are disappointed to click over today for a picture of a dumb clock. But seriously, I have not even had a minute to find my camera and take pictures of her cuteness when it is daylight and I don’t have to blast her with the stupid auto-flash. But don’t worry, Toby is taking pictures like they’re going out of style. His work is suffering because all he does all day is take pictures of her. Just like everyone predicted, he is completely in love.

Hi Everyone! My name is Baby Bug, aka Little Bug, Baby Spy, Petite Spy, Spylette, The Squirmer, Miss Thang and all that, otherwise known as H to the E to the LENA. Well I just wanted to pop in and tell you that my mom has totally lost her marbles. She’s all discombobulated. I keep trying to tell her that I’m the one who’s supposed to be the cry baby but she’s a big wus. But don’t worry, she’s not “depressed” or anything. She’s just a basket case. She’s laughing and smiling and on top of the world one minute and hugging me all the time (I’m like, please mom, can you stop it with the hugging) and the next she’s stressing out because she can’t remember when she last took an advil and her stitches are something something something with some bad words that I’m not allowed to say. I guess her butt hurts or something.

Peace Out Blogland. My mom’s gonna feed me. I have tons more to tell you but all I care about is you know… the boob. It’s serving milk now, much tastier than that other stuff. Until next time!

Over and Out!

Baby Bug