Sometimes, when Comang is lying on his back, I like to grab him and hold him in my arms like he’s a baby.
When Comang is tired he lets us do whatever we want to him, so he can lie in this position quite comfortably for a while. Just before J snapped this photo, he was snoring away in my arms!
People often ask me if I’m scared to have a baby; after all, I still act like a kid myself. My looks seem to betray me too, as I’m consistently mistaken for being about 5 years younger (and I can see how when I am sans makeup, hair messy and just chillaxin’ at home like in the photo above).
The truth is, I’m not scared at all. I’m not even scared of labor (but ask me again in 4 months!). I have had plenty of experience taking care of my younger cousins while growing up, and just recently I was a part-time nanny to an infant.
I know it is different helping take care of someone else’s baby vs actually having the full responsibility of your own child in your hands. However, I feel like I’ve seen enough to be pretty prepared. Crying for hours on end. Diarrhea. Projectile vomiting. Peeing on furniture. Temper tantrums. Sleep-training. The list goes on and on.
I’m not scared. I’m looking forward to it, as a matter of fact. Even the bad.