I mean besides the obvious life change of having a baby.
Never in my life have a been a morning person. I'm one of those people who curses their alarm every morning when it goes off. I can't shut that thing off fast enough. I've never been a bouncy happy person first thing in the morning. I generally don't hit my stride until at least 9:00 AM.
The 6:00 and 7:00 hour are generally not my favorites. Too early for anything serious.
Now 6:30 to 7:15ish is one of my favorite times of the day. It's when I go downstairs and get my little munchkin out of his crib for some morning cuddles and nursing. I love picking him up as he is stretching - his little body is all contorted and he lets out his little morning groan. By the time I put him on the changing pad he is normally looking up at me and giving me one of his big goofy grins. Unlike me, he IS a morning person. He's always so smiley and happy from a good night's sleep.
The 20 to 30 minutes that he spends nursing in the morning is our quiet time together to start the day. I rock in the glider, stroke his soft fuzzy head and talk to him. I let him know how much I love him and that I wish I could stay home and play with him all day. It's still hard for me to leave him every day to go to work, but I let him know I will be home as soon as I can and we will play in the afternoon.
After he is done eating I change him into an outfit for the day. He is all smiles since he apparently loves being naked. He 'talks' to me during his morning lotion rubdown and gives me some more goofy grins.
The hardest part of my morning is handing him off to my mother-in-law and walking out the door. After 3 weeks it still hasn't gotten much easier. It helps to know that in 8 1/2 hours I will be back at home getting some more cuddles from my sweet baby. And we'll start all over tomorrow with my favorite morning routine.
Who knew that this little person could make me love mornings??