I read this one baby book from cover to cover about three times, making notes in the margins, underlining, and even attempting to read the entire thing to Brian (which didn't work out so well).
I somehow had it in my mind that everything would go 'by the book'.
I am living proof that it does not, my friends.
I swore I would never let my baby sleep in my bed with me, not under any circumstances, because if I did, she would most assuredly die of SIDS. I swore I would put her in her crib from day one, because if I didn't, she would never sleep in there for the rest of her life. I swore I would never give her a binky, because if I did, she would get 'nipple confusion' and not be able to nurse. I swore I would never let my baby cry, because if I did, it meant she hated me. I thought nursing would be a piece of cake, and if it wasn't, that it would be my own fault. I thought I would have her on a schedule, and if I didn't, it was because I didn't try hard enough.
Well, let me tell you something. Babies like to snuggle. Babies like to sleep. Babies like to suck. Babies need to cry sometimes. Babies learn to nurse and sometimes it takes a little while. And finally, babies think schedules are LAME-O.
It's all very simple, really.
I mean, how many babies do you know of that starved to death because their mothers gave them binkies?
If I were to write a book on babies, this is what it would say:
Do. What. Works.
And maybe somewhere in the lengthy introduction I would tell parents not to worry so freaking much about every single solitary little thing like I did. Because it just sucks the fun right out of having a baby.
I'm only sorry that it took me so long to figure that out.
The best part about it is that through all the trials and bumps in the road, my kid continues to love me.
So thanks, Lyddie Bug. I love you, too.