now i remember why i resisted momhood for so long…from the moment the kid pops out of you, you’re on a schedule. life is no longer your own; TIME is your master.
the darn feeding schedule is enough to drive you mad. (and IS, in fact, driving the ever-hungry henri mad.) i’m constantly looking at the clock and calculating how many more hours it will be ’til he can have a bottle. when he wakes up wimpering at night, the first thing i grab is my phone (i don’t even *have* a clock in my bedroom…!!) to see what time it is. and, already, we’ve experienced the “plan ahead for the number of hours you’ll be gone” conundrum. as a parent of a bottle-fed baby, you just can’t decide to have lunch out on a whim…unless you’ve brought along extra supplies, that is.
of course, i hate [working] clocks more than most people. but i’d be willing to bet the schedule thing is the #1 biggest adjustment for all new parents. i don’t care how structured your life is nor how rigorous your schedule; you aren’t a slave to time until you have a screaming, red-faced kid who thinks 3-4 hours between bottles really means somewhere around 2 1/2.