It's overwhelming, but also exciting. I've LOVED having so much help these first few weeks, but you necessarily do things differently when other people are in the house. For Nate's first post-company diaper change, I turned up the clock radio in his nursery, put my face down near his, and belted out some Taylor Swift to get him to stop crying. Surprisingly, it worked.
I've been unable to bring myself to sleep during his long afternoon nap today, because it's far too tempting to flit around the house putting everything back in order. I'm sure I'll need the nap tomorrow, but I just couldn't do it today.
Nighttime is interesting. I dread-- absolutely dread-- getting out of bed and stumbling to the nursery to feed Nate. We had a cold snap last week, which made it all the worse to climb out from under the warm covers. (Will I have to sleep in sweats in the winter just to make it bearable??) But once I'm sitting in the soft light of the nursery with Nate snuggled against me, it's all somehow okay. It's at night when I look at his tiny hands and feet and nuzzle his soft head and wish that he could stay this tiny and snuggly forever.
Nate was baptized on Saturday. You can read Arwen's beautiful post about the occasion here. I thought I would be in tears throughout the baptism, but in the end I was too aware of being up in front of everyone to end up too weepy. It was only when I turned away from our family and friends and closed my eyes to receive the mother's blessing that I finally welled up. It's been a long road to get here, and sometimes I still can't believe this tiny, perfect little guy is with us. What a blessing.