Saturday 5:30 the madrugrada. It sounds the alarm ... wake the little touches to eat ... I have a dream that I can not stand him, but I get up, I prepare the reinforcement bibe and I go to bed to start the process ... As I think about how little I sleep since the baby was born, I begin to hear panting across the wall ... seems that the neighbors are back from holiday and have delivered a sweeping passion ...
I smile and think how it changes your life ... how do you think it all clear and ready for when the baby and then he shows up and puts it all upside down ... No doubt the newborns are not precision machines, do not follow a fixed schedule, they differ from each other and have days and days ... Everyone says they are no instructions, but if you take, would be a different manual for each new baby ...
And then I tend to think that life are stages that you will burn very quickly, but slowly at a time, and fast-slow dichotomy is only possible if you live to stop every moment of your life and try to enjoy every second ... although, I think back, things are best enjoyed when one is rested and has a clear ...
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