F is for Friends. F is for Family. F is for Food. F is for Functioning Again. The first three Fs lead to the fourth one.
New babies bring an outpouring of love from others. People bring food, clothes, laundry detergent, and toys. People mail gifts. People show up and cook. My father cleaned out the litterbox. Love expressed as help and gifts from friends and family gave us time to bond with our son, get used to the lack of sleep, and enjoy the new life. They helped get us what we needed and didn't know we needed--extra changing pads, lasagna, sheets--and allowed us to get going again.
I could not have gotten through the emotional and physical changes of bringing my son into this world without the help of my friends and family. And their food, as I keep telling my son, if I don't eat, neither does he. Thank you, everyone.
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We appreciate the attitude that family presence aided in parent/baby bonding rather than inhibiting it. We were happy that we had the time and opportunity to contribute to the transition. (Not to mention the irony of Rick vs H&H with the litter box).
ReplyDeleteLove, Mom and Dad