Everyone always goes on and on about how beautiful giving birth and bringing home baby is. The truth is that it's just as exhausting, ugly and harrowing. And it's often just plain insane--sans any charm whatsoever.
I've posted dozens of perfectly lovely photographs depicting the early days with Sabine. But as her birthday nears and we continue to imagine the possibility of her sequel, I'm inspired to post some images that illustrate how entirely f*cked up and impossible things felt with monster at her tiniest--we've come a long, long way. Phew.
The ugly truth:
|I was falling asleep or crying. Probably both. And if Sabine was so tired she was yawning, why, for the love of god, wouldn't she just go to sleep? Or, is that jaw propped open in a bitch-feed-me-AGAIN-or-else kind of way?|
|Having just vomited and had a human being plucked from my womb--why are my eyelids yellowish green? And who knew Sabine would wear that tortured look consistently for the next five months?|
|There's a full set of luggage beneath my eyes.|
|Finally asleep--but I promise you she woke two minutes after this photo was snapped--all hell broke loose when that pacifier fell out of her mouth.|
|I've no idea what's going on here, but it looks like I'm about to drop my baby.|
|Just mad. And miserable.|
|I cannot explain what I wore back then--I think I lived in this ensemble for a week. And this image proves that even cute babies take bad photos.|
Hope your weekend is honestly whatever it will be...