Two weeks of parenthood
We've had lucy for two weeks, which qualifies us as experts, which means it is time to write about parenthood. (In all seriousness, consider the below descriptive and not prescriptive: mostly, it's a notepad filled with things that were remarkable or surprising or divergent from popular consensus.)
- American pop culture puts too much emphasis on the onus of diaper changing. Diapers are easy; swaddles are slightly more difficult (we've gone with what we refer to as "the three corners method"), and the true endgame foe is the onesie. Sleeves are difficult!
- We were nervous about Telemachus not adjusting well to having a baby sister in the house; instead, he is enamored with her, and already quite protective, and mostly just annoyed at my wife and me for getting up so often in the middle of the night.
- Common wisdom says that babies sleep for eighteen hours a day, the mechanics of which are hard to really internalize until you're amidst it. There is more downtime than you expect — it's just that the downtime comes in a random, somnambulant staccato.
- There is a surprisingly deep amount of variation amongst baby bottles. (We've gone with Dr. Brown; the form factor of the bottle itself is easy to wash, and the nipples are the right size.)
- You will spend so much time going up and down stairs; you will spend so much time washing (bottles, pumps, blankets, etc.)
- We have never been more vividly aware of our luck and fortune. DMs and texts and emails, hand-knit hats and blankets, embroidered sweaters, Doordashed lobster rolls and hand-delivered pots of 冬瓜海鲜羹, words of advice and encouragement: all of these things are glittering gems; our coffers overflow.