It's been seven weeks now since I delivered my baby boy. As of this moment, my eyelids are feeling heavy, although my mind is fully awake knowing that any minute now my little one, who is currently asleep, will fuss and show signs of hunger. Crying is a late sign of hunger, I kept reminding myself, hence anticipation of feeding time has become a part of my everyday life apart from sterilizing bottles, humming lullabies, changing diapers, and taking endless snapshots from my mobile phone.
YES - taking care of a baby is hard. It will take all the life force out of you! But as I think about this little one eventually having a sense of self and grow up, I realized that being a parent must be much harder. Nothing will ever prepare me for that. Even as a nurse with years of experience taking care of newborns, I am still surprised of how much I don't know and how much I have yet to learn. Parenthood, i must say, is an art. Our children are our canvass waiting to be painted on. My first canvass is now awake.
Ah, there's my cue - FEEDING TIME!
