My New Life

My life revolves around a baby now, yes, but really it's so much more than that she is now sharing my home (and my body even still).
In the past I may have had some things to do, errands to run, friends to visit, etc. I would select a time and do it. I was me without even thinking about it, I had my rythm and I knew how to send a text message, and could change the oil in my car if necessary, I could sit down with a book to read for a few hours, and even start and finish a sewing project in one day. All the while the laundry was being done, and I was organizing my kitchen/closet/attic/shed. I was able to move seamlessly from one thing to another without even stopping to eat (I have two hands I could eat on the go if need be).
Then I gave birth to my very own little leech.
Now after weeks of sporadic meals, the occasional trip to the store, and a deep desire to go to bed at 10:30 and get up at 7 without interruption as I strive to get back into the groove of 'real life' I find that I have an enormous obsacle in the form of a tiny person. I adore my daughter, but the reality is that what used to be effortless is now next to impossible, what was once seamless is now disrupted, and what was easy is now gone seemingly forever. I am not complaining simply regretting how easy it was to get out to the store when I didn't have to consider how long I had until I would have to nurse/diaper change again. There is the regular baby routine eat/wake/sleep which is spiced up by the unexpected completely inconsolable crying jag for no apparent reason.
The revelation of my new life is this: Babies do not just tuck into your pocket and come along for the ride while you live your life. It turns out that they are separate individuals, with their own rythm of life, which apparantly has to be decoded and then incorporated into the New Rythm of their parent's lives. It's not all about her, but it's not about me either...