We didn't start out tired...

So...three months later, I don't have quite the time as of yet to write a real update, but here's a little poem for now...as I unpack from our month long stay in CA and try to get a baby, husband, and myself healthy and over jet lag. We had a safe, uneventful flight over (with the exception of Gioia blowing out her diaper before we left San Francisco, and her extra clothes being in the extra bag we had to check in...*sigh*)  Nate and I are both trying to recover from a cold and the stomach flu. Gioia is doing wonderful and just spent the last two days with her aunty and uncle. We keep praying she stays healthy, and we keep trying to process the past three months. We have been having nightmares about the hospital trip for the past few nights, so pray that our hearts will calm down and we can not be quite as anxious, especially about Gioia.

In honor of our graduation to parenthood, Nate and I picked up a copy of Baby Blues comic book. It spans the two decades of the comics. We died laughing in Barnes and Noble and thought we had to have it to read at those 3 AM feedings. One of my favortives so far in the book is a poem they wrote adapted from Bily Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire"

"We Didn't Start Out Tired"

Baby powder, baby oil
Rubber nipples on the boil.
Pacifier, vaporizer
Doctor Spock is back!

Changing table, cotton diapers
Pampers, Huggies, baby wipers
Midnight feedings, sunrise greetings
Are we having fun?

Bassinet, layette
Mastercard just had a fit.
Breastfeeding, baby gnaws
Tender nipples, nursing bras.

Soft spot, cradle cap
Cranky kid, I need a nap!
Housecleaning, interruptions!
Never gonna get done!

We didn't start out tired.
But we think that maybe
We can blame the baby.

We didn't start out tired.
It seems diabolic
But it's probably colic.

Tiny fingers, little toes,
Diaper rash and runny nose.
Baby's shrieking, milk is leaking.
Figure is shot!

Playpen in the den,
Baby's sleeping, Amen!
Phone rings, bell dings,
It must be a plot.

Colic, mylicon,
Where the heck is Brazelton?
Camomile, Fennel tea,
Double Scotch for you and me.

White noise, take a ride,
Vacuum cleaner, all tried!
Zombie eyes, lullabies,
Singing till we're cross-eyed!

We didn't start out tired,
But we think that maybe
We can blame the baby.

We didn't start out tired.
But for this little one
Our love goes on and on,
and on...

Photo courtesy of Tia. =)