This has been a year of learning. First, it began with the
pregnancy. It appears that absolutely everyone is an expert on absolutely
everything. They’d kindly dole out all sorts of advice on how I was carrying my
baby to whether it was a boy or a girl to what I should and shouldn’t be eating
to how my delivery would go (we’ll call those the psychic lot who could look
into the future and predict my childbirth experience). Then came the baby and
with it experts on child rearing. In our day we didn’t do this, here’s why your
baby’s crying, here’s why he isn’t crying, here’s what you’re doing wrong, etc.
I’ve been told to ignore these words of wisdom but it’s fairly difficult to
rise above it all and be patient, especially when I’m so severely sleep
deprived. So instead I’ve decided to write about it in feeble hopes of getting
it out of my system. That, and I have seven minutes to kill before my
much-talked about baby wakes up again.
