Ha! That's right, she's mine.
This week I've began flying solo in this journey of Motherhood. I thought I'd be all teary on Sunday, knowing that D would be returning to his regular schedule but surprisingly I think I've adjusted well. This time last week I was very worried and actually had many tearful breakdowns questioning how on earth I was going to handle all this on my own. I wasn't worried about being alone with Camille, I am very comfortable with newborns. I was worried because of the sheer exhaustion I was experiencing. I couldn't even get through a shower without a 1/2 hour nap afterwards but knew that I had no other choice but to force my body out of it. I didn't have weeks to recover, I had days. I have no family here to call and rely on to come give me a great, it's just D and me here in the Tundra. You know the old saying "Sick and tired of being sick and tired" so you just get to a point that you force yourself around it.
Now, although I have no family here, I do have some pretty awesome friends who have come by my side and have made sure I was okay this week. Camille and I spent Monday at a friends house. Christy was my first friend here in Antarctica. I met her at a time where I was about to give up on this place and was all depressed, seriously. I had just gotten diagnosed with depression and was told I needed meds to get over it. Nothing against the meds, but I wanted to tackle it on my own and before I knew it I had a friend! And not any friend, Christy proved to be a priceless, cherished friend who on Monday let Camille and I spend the entire day with her. And she loves my daughter which just makes it ever more special.
I think I'm finally feeling like a Mom now and slowly beginning to like it. Of course, how could you not when you get to wake up each morning to this adorable face:
**Please note she doesn't seem that adorable at 3 a.m. when she refuses to fall back to sleep after her feeding.