Rocket is now 6 weeks old. It has taken me 6 weeks to come around to being happy about being a parent. I've had two really bad days where I had to work through things. The first was about mid-way where I had to work through the fact that I didn't want Jeremy to touch me. I think it was b/c I'm holding Rocket so much for feeding and when he's fussy. I'm not a touchy person, so that much touching was doing me in. The second was earlier this week. I didn't want to be a parent. I started out the morning completely understanding why people run away from their family. I knew that wasn't an option for me, nor did I really want to deep down. After many hours crying, I am now a happy mommy. I'm glad to hold my baby. His smiles keep me going.
I'm sure that I am still not completely over all the emotional stuff, like the birth, but I know I'll get there.
