When our son was born, he came two weeks early, and we didn’t have everything prepared—but we thought we did. Maybe I should say, we didn’t have anything prepared. We had a crib, one package of newborn diapers, and a few onesies. Erik spent the first few days after we got home from the hospital beating a trail between our house and the nearest Target. I think he started with twenty swaddling blankets and six full-sized bottles. Six bottles might last one day and how was I ever going to use twenty swaddling blankets? He went back every day and bought all the bottles Target had on the shelves (which was 4-6 each day—evidently that section was stocked by someone who also had no clue how many bottles was “enough”). By the end of the first week, we were more evened out, and we had infant-sized bottles. The first two months were the roughest, and by the time he started sleeping through at four months, everything was old hat (and we only needed to go to Target once a week).
I asked Supergirl if she would write a few blog posts about our real lives. We’re calling it Hank and Jane IRL, and if you don’t get the Hank and Jane reference, you need to read Errant Gods 🙂