Solo Duet

It's my first day home alone with the baby. Will has gone back to work. In a symbolic turn of events, her umbilical cord stump fell off this morning. I almost cried. Last night I had Will take a picture of her stump because I was feeling nostalgic about the fact that that little jerky stump used to connect us physically, giving her life inside my body, and now it was tiny and shriveled. I didn't know it would fall off this morning, or maybe somehow I did. Motherhood is weird like that. 

And yes, I realize I haven't even posted anything about her being born yet. It's been a whirlwind and I'm just starting to peek my head out of the tunnel that has been the first two weeks of parenthood. I have a lot to say, and I'm hoping over the next week or so I'll have the time and mental capacity to write it all out. But for now, hello from my first day of solo parenting. 

When I got dressed, I chose my magenta yoga pants instead of the black ones because (as I said out loud to baby Margie), if we choose the fun pants then today is a special adventure. We are wearing fun pants to celebrate our first day alone together because we are making it fun and not scary. I think it's working so far. 

It's 10:30am. Daddy left 3 hours ago and we've gotten dressed, eaten a small breakfast, and started a load of laundry. Baby had her first feeding and diaper change and has been sleeping in the wrap I'm wearing for an hour. She just woke up and I'm feeding her while finishing typing this on my phone (a rarity, with many pauses to readjust the nipple shield when a sleepy squirmy baby knocks it loose). I think we're doing ok.