Room smell milk! and eventually you will get used to live with it. I once had some spicific likings, specially with coffee. I preferred it customized for me, with that thickness of milk, not too high or low, just excatly enough strong, aquduate jaggery and with not even a thin layer of cream. But now, just anything to quench thirst and sooth hunger is fine.
Whole house gets rearranged. Your room will now be surrounded with baby towels, sheets, toddler toys, wash cloths and wipes. The security pins, wallpapers and screen savers, display pictures ..all gets changed. People's routine alter with just this one new member at home, specially that of the mother's. Your parents blash at you if you are not on time for him and you only laugh at the turn of things. "Sucks" feel exactly like the word means. But there is no better bliss when it pacifies his shrilling cry. There is so many times of feeding and changing during a day that you forget your left and right, the time, day and date. You are grateful for online shopping now than ever. A random advice from a friend or family would work magic for you and you would then wish that you had had a word with them earlier.
Sleep when the baby sleeps they say, but sleep doesn't come that way. Your watery eyes are mistaken for sleeplessness and you are glad about that. It's an emotional roller coaster at times and trust me , its just postpartum stress. Atleast when you blame it on that and it will feel a lot better. You get loads of personal time but you better think nothing then. Day used to start and end on phone screens. But now there is no difference between day and night, one starts and merges with the next day and gets over unannounced. Some mornings break so much unaware that you forget to brush. Dresses don't fit. Either you look like father pope or the top is as if you are pierced into it. Sometimes you get frustrated, you look at yourself in the mirror desperately wanting that "you" back. But next moment he makes sound and gestures to look at him and you just forgive yourself for thinking so stupidly.
Initially everything does hurt, but it's worth it. Every milestone is a struggle for the baby too. But you see him doing it, every single time he pushes so much hard without giving up. That inspires you. Your tiny tot teaches you so much. They teach us to forgive and forget. One moment they cry and the very next second they forget it whole and are with all smiles. Each day is a new learning from them. You draw strenght from him, for him. At the end "Anything for him" and that's only an understatement!
