I have a lot to learn about being a mom. I thought that the prenatal classes I took would set me up for success but it seems they left out a few details. Looking back, I think the teacher was playing that two lies and a truth game with us. She said that bouncing on a ball during labor was the key to an easy birth. LIE. I could barely breath no less get out of bed and bounce. If my husband had tried to get that ball anywhere near me I think I would have hit him with it dodge ball style. She also told me that my daughter would love to be swaddled-that ALL babies love to be swaddled. LIE. My daughter hates it. The first few weeks of her life would have been much more enjoyable for us both if I had just let her sleep with her arms above her head like she wanted to. The teacher then told the class that you learn how to be a parent as you go. TRUE. So far I have learned that Soph, my daughter, gets weird gunk behind her ears if I forget to clean there (which I did for the first 6 weeks of her life). Soph also hides grunge in the balled up palms of her hands if I don't pry them open. I've also come to learn that: cradle cap only bothers her when I try to brush it off, the blue bulb thing to clear out her nose makes a great chew toy for my dog, and long painted nails and a diamond ring aren't appreciated by her tender skin. 5 lessons down, about a million more to go.
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