|Mr. Bunny and Bun Bun after her first bath. There's a soundtrack to go with--I am now conditioned to tear up to this song.|
So, in short, he's basically turned from lead (well, maybe silver) into gold. And what about me? What kind of magical transformation have I gone through now that I'm a parent?
I have turned from person into milkbag.
I've read about this phenomenon, and, as with so many things, failed to understand what it was really like. In the mornings, Mr. Bunny asks what I plan to do with my day, and the answer is always feed our child. That's it. That's all I can hope to accomplish, and I feel pretty lucky if I can accomplish that.
Mr. Bunny is going back to work next week. And although this is not nearly as bad as it sounds (he's the VP of a three-person company and has a super flexible boss, plus he works from home most of the time and is planning to work in a sort of part-time capacity while we see how things go), it makes me anxious to contemplate it. I feel like I'll be left all alone, wandering in a misty, timeless world, just me, my leaking breasts and my baby.
*Things are going okay in that department, by the way. I estimate another two weeks and we'll have this down. Please let me not be wrong. Also, RandomQuorum asked for specifics on the advice I got from the magic doctor, so I've put some stuff here.