Is this what I signed up for?

Ok - so I thought I was busy when it was both Craig AND I caring to Emmett. I had no idea what being a full-time Mom was like. Shout out to all stay-at-home parents - you folks have a tough job!

I have survived 3 full days at home alone with Emmett. He is such a good kid, I couldn't ask for a sweeter disposition! No temper tatrums (well at least not yet). A few tears for nap time, and a few ahn-nee-yo (no) moments, but all in all, we've done well.

I think the most amazing part of this time in Emmett and my life is watching how he and I are becoming more and more fond of each other. I've always felt an affection for Emmett. But don't be fooled by my glowing reports of the angel we've adopted! I did not fall madly in love with Emmett the moment (or weeks after) we met. This has been such an adjustment for all of us - and despite my claims at being a change junkie - this change has not be easy. I'm discovering I like change which I can control. (no control freak comments please! =))

I remember when we brought Moby (the dog) home from the breeder. The first three weeks we seriously thought we'd go mad. We said over and over "what have we done?". Now, I'm not comparing my son to a dog, although my dog is much like a child! I am comparing the experiences. In both cases we were dealing with the needs of a living breathing thing, which required (not just needed) our attention and affection. I think there are certain changes that can not be prepared for.

However, despite all the uncontrollable change that my little Korean jumping bean has introduced into our lives - I am beginning to love the change coming over me. Last night as I sat in the ER with Emmett sleeping on my lap, having arrived after a major dog vs child collision which caused lots of crying and eventually vomiting, I realized that I wanted nothing more than to protect him from the next poke of a nurse or Dr. I wanted to feel sure that he was ok. Which he was - we're still learning his reactions - and apparently he is a vomitter when he cries really really heavily. I wanted to pick him up (all 34 limp pounds) and tuck him back into his bed with his stuffed doggie under his arm and watch his little chest rise and fall in relaxed sleep. I didn't even mind waking up at 4am to wake him up and make sure he was alright (Doc's orders, I'm not a nut who just randomly wakes sleeping children!). And everyone knows how much I enjoy my sleep!

So for you sports fans - the score is:
In the Dog Vs Child match: Dog 1 Emmett 0
In the New Mom vs Child match: Emmett is leading with a perfect vomit on Omma shot! (it wasn't that much)

Like I said - I survived.