This is a picture of me holding little Shira, on the day she was born. Now you all know how I look after two sleepless nights of contractions and labor, just a couple of hours after having given birth, and wearing a hospital nightdress :o)
I felt a dramatic difference on the day of my release, when I changed back into my own clothes, combed my hair, and put on some make-up. All of a sudden, I was a different person.
These days, when schedules are temporarily cast away as I care for my newborn around the clock, it can be sometimes tempting to remain lounging in my pajamas all day long - especially if I'm waiting for an opportunity to take a much needed nap. Still, I make it a priority to get dressed, wash my face and comb my hair first thing in the morning. It makes me feel so much more productive and put together. Before my husband comes home, I usually try to put on a touch of light make-up.
I feel that making an effort to look, at the very least, presentable, is a way to honor my husband, my little girl, myself, and any visitors that might stop by. I realize it might be easier for me now, with just one baby, but I do think that looking decent helps to preserve a sense of dignity.
... Days pass, like other moms here testified, in a blur, and nights, mornings and evenings blend together. I know each moment is precious and won't return, so I try to forget the unwashed floors and unfolded laundry.
At least we don't live off sandwiches or store-bought pizza - our wonderful neighbours brought enough food for a small army. With just the two of us, I think it will last at least a couple of weeks, until I hopefully settle into some sort of routine of simple cooking.