First, I want to say thank you to all who have called, emailed, or otherwise sent your well wishes.  I have finally surfaced for a breath of fresh air and will be getting back to you in the next couple of days!

Riley is one month old today.  This having a baby thing is harder then i ever thought (or people ever told me) it would be.  Riley is turning out to be a very "sensitive" baby (by that i mean that he spends a good portion of his day letting me know that whatever I am doing is WRONG)  We were headed down the road to colic until we picked up the book "The happiest baby on the block" it saved my sanity, and quite probably my life.  At 2 weeks old, i was counting down the days until he would be old enough for day care so i could get away from him, even if it meant returning to work.  Life has smoothed out, and I can actually imagine being home until the end of January now.

 On Sunday morning at 2 am I was up feeding Riley. It was a particularly chaotic episode.  I had gone through 2 clean diapers, one sleeper, and one changing pad cover in my first diaper change. Then because he seemed to have an excessive amount of gas, he absolutely would not focus on eating and our usual 25 minute meal took a good solid hour to finish (with a lot of screaming intermixed in it, which is REALLY hard to take at 2am).  When i went to rock him back to sleep he puked up what I had just spent the last hour putting in, all over me, himself, and the rocker…so i had to change another sleeper, and upon checking, another diaper was needed.  (total casualties: 3 diapers, 2 sleepers, 1 changing pad cover, one t-shirt (for me) all in 1 hours time!)

I sat down to rock him back to sleep, and barely holding on to consciousness myself, I begin to wonder what i got myself into.  Life was so much easier when 2 am meant bar close and coming home to pass out in bed, sleeping for as long as i wanted.  Then i get this overwhelming feeling that I wouldn't trade 2 am poopie diapers and baby puke for anything in the world.

 I used t think that i didn't want kids.  But regardless of the havoc Riley has wreaked on my life in the last 4 weeks, I know now that this is one wild ride i am blessed to be part of!  (I could do without the baby puke however).