New reserves of patience discovered

I am not a patient person... or so I thought. Till my little daughter was born 15 days ago. And lo and behold. Unknown reserves of patience were discovered - maybe waiting for her to come along and need and demand those reserves.

I wondered while I was pregnant and before if I would be upto the demands of motherhood. My only reason to believe that maybe I just might were the vast number of women who have managed it. If others can, I can too was my not very logical rationale.

After 15 days of motherhood( not a lot, I know, but you can count that as 30 since there are no nights here to sleep in!) I feel a wee bit more confident.

I am not dying with restlessness. ( yes, occasionally I feel like getting some fresh air, but I dont want to pack my bags and go hike in the nearby mountains). I am not missing any parties, or grudging other folks their outings. And I do not feel like throwing the baby out of the window yet. That should count as something. Yes, the constant and unchanging routine of feeding, changing, cleaning and now repeat that all over again is tiresome. But so far it has not worn me down.

Some credit to the "partner in crime" or the husband. As he says, "Life is long, and there are different things to be enjoyed at different times." Very weirdly, suddenly a line from Tintin comics, the one with the Incas, comes to mind - "Is no hurry, Senor, is no hurry"..