Sometimes being a parent is overwhelming. (you guys, post-partum hormones are craaaazy.) I remember the first night we were home and Dave went to bed and I was feeding Sam in the living room and it was about 10:30 or 11 and I was just thinking "wow, I'm never going to sleep again." One thing we've learned is that once the day comes, time isn't as endless as the nights seem. You just gotta get though 12-7am. Then the sun helps you feel more awake and you get to start over a little bit.
Dave has been slowly transitioning back to work this week and Sam and I are surviving at home. He sleeps for most of it anyway. I would always rather Dave be home and sometimes it scares me to death to think I have to be responsible for the health and happiness of this baby during the day...but...I think we'll be okay.
Just don't ask me about it during the evening, when I'm likely to cry over just about anything. (seriously, craaaaazy hormones). I don't intend to do it most of the time and Dave is torn between comfort and laughing because well, I seem a little crazy. Ah well.
And we do look forward to when he gets bigger and can interact more with us but, oh, I kind of wish he'd stay a week old forever. I love love love week old Sam.