I decided to spare you all the details of the birth of my son which was a post that I had a really hard time reading. It was like watching 16 and pregnant, only I was 22 (or maybe 23...I forget). It contained words like placenta, sex and mucous. Not pretty, even for a recap.
So this post was a couple weeks after Mason was born. It was hard to read this, if I had only known what I know now....
I can't believe how much my life has changed. It's actually really scary. I feel like I am the only person that can keep my son alive. If he ever got lost or anything he would be done for [whaaa?]. I feel like nobody else can take care of him except for me...and it is so exhausting!
He's a great baby. He really is...but it's just so scary knowing how dependent he is on me. R. tries to help, and he does and alright job but I think he's too careful with him and afraid he's going to break him. It kind of makes me mad, makes me feel like he's borrowing him to look like a great dad. He is a great dad...I think he just needs a little more practice.
So here goes my first entry in my new life...
I wish he had more time to practice *sigh*. I was such a bitch :(
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hello..this is my blog. I bought this fancy theme and I don't know what to write here just yet. Maybe one day remind me I have to write something inspiring here?
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