The new normal: Life with Baby P

Dan went back to work Monday, and Henry and I are starting to settle in to a routine. If I'm being 100% honest with you (read: myself), I will say that the first few weeks of parenthood are really freaking hard. My hat is off to single parents (you're rockstars!), because transitioning from four hands to two the past few days has been tough! 

We are so lucky to have a lot of help. My parents are very close and have come almost daily to help with literally everything. Dan's family isn't far either, and they've been wonderful about bringing food and treats and support. And we have amazing friends who have offered support in person, on the phone, via text, and through snail mail! 

I'm readjusting my definition of normal. Normal used to mean 9ish hours at work plus an hour long workout every day in addition to meetings, housework, and an active social life. That's definitely not normal now. 

Normal means getting sleep in two to three hour increments. And maybe only getting two to three hours of sleep total in a given night. 

Normal means not having a clue what's going on in the real world because I haven't left the house in a week. 

Normal means I get excited about dirty diapers, especially when I haven't seen a bowel movement in 24 hours (I have used the smiley face poop emoji more than I ever thought possible!).

Normal means if I can get a shower and a little bit of makeup on, I'm a really happy girl!

Normal means I spend most of my day cuddling the warmest, most wonderful little bundle on the planet. And I wouldn't trade that for anything. 

Moms, what was the biggest adjustment for you upon bringing baby home?