So, Sprout is now nearly for weeks old and Jen started back to this past Wednesday and you'd think we'd be starting to get an idea of what things are going to look like for the next few months, only we're not because Jen's (amazing) parents are back in town to help us with this transition.
This is a good thing. In fact, it's a great thing. The issue is that I'm a fairly self-reliant person and I'm finding accepting their help, as well as help from others, has been really hard for me to do.
I know Jen struggled similarly when she was pregnant. At the time her job involved a physical component, and though she was adament about not doing any heavy lifting, she found it difficult to ask her co-workers to help when she needed to move things around.
Back to the present, I know there are certain things I am not supposed to be doing. Like lifting anything heavier than our now 10lb 4oz baby. (BTW Can you believe how big she is?!) So, I'm am very much okay with someone taking the laundry downstairs for me. I have slightly more difficulty with the thought of them actually doing the laundry. And a lot of difficulty with them doing things like Swiffering the floors or dusting. You know, the things that I could definitely manage on my own, albeit perhaps at more spaced out intervals than we might have held to pre-Sprout. I know that's why Jen's parents are here right now, but I feel guilty sitting on the couch updating the blog while they clean our apartment. I also want to try to start getting used to managing things on my own, which is kind of hard when someone is insisting on doing everything for you. Please understand that I'm not complaining about having help, I'm just saying it's hard to accept it. I realize how very, very lucky we are.
We've also been incredibly spoiled with people bringing food for us when they come to visit. Ashleigh from from 2moms2dogs2babies, who also happens to be a nutritionist, stopped by one day with a delicious quinoa salad, homemade granola and organic yogurt, then, less than a week later when she came to visit brought yummy baked goods from a bakery near her place as well as homemade pasta sauce and brown rice pasta (since she knows Jen tries to stay away from wheat). I think my comment when she showed up with all this stuff was, "You're crazy!" (She has toddler twins and is spending time making us food!) Of course, I was extremely grateful (and should have said "Thank you" rather than "You're crazy") but felt guilty that she had gone out of her way to provide us with such yummy and nutritious food.
I guess I have to get better about accepting help and showing how thankful I am for it. There are others out there who've felt the same way though, right?