...they are really, really mushy and squishy. Like the most adorable little blobs, who you can hold up like you would a little kitten that's all floppy and mushy gushy blob-like. It's so dang cute.
...they have really, really, really tiny little bums. Or, that could just be that my perspective on butts is different since having a big 'ole 2 year old butt to change, too. But still! TINY BOOTY ALERT!
...changing diapers on a newborn is way harder than I remember. Their legs! They just curl up, or their little feet end up IN the diaper, or if you have a girl you know about The Sneaky Pee (and I know boy-moms have a whole different battle, ie: getting shot in the face), and oh the drama that comes with changing diapers. Maybe my baby just hates it, but good Lord, it's an epic meltdown.
...changing their clothes takes time, and patience--because, again, with the squishiness. It's not the ease, and "arms up!", quick pull-over-their-head type thing I can do with my toddler. They're so little. And you have to do bend and move every body part to finagle it into clothing. See also: Lucy hates to get dressed, too. Another epic meltdown. Fun for all.
...giving them a bath takes about 2.5 seconds because they are SO! SMALL! and you can, literally, clean every body part, including their hair, that fast. This part helps make up for how tedious putting on a dang onesie can be.
...they are the best cuddling buddies, ever. There is nothing greater than a newborn snuggling up by your neck, laying on your chest, in your arms, or by your side. Seriously, nothing. The best.
...they want to sleep, all the time, but normally at the wrong times. In the middle of nursing? FALL ASLEEP why don't ya? Impossible to wake up? Check, check, check. 5am? Sounds like a perfect time to wake up wide-eyed, right, Mom? right? :) (insert tired groan)
...Umm....they poop all the time. I swear my entire day consists of feeding, swaddling, crap! she pooped!, unswaddling, changing diaper, re-swaddling, NOT AGAIN!?, change, etc...etc...you get it.
...pretty much, without fail, they will either want/need to eat when it's time for YOU to eat, or want/need to be held/rocked/loved on during that time. Which basically means dinnertime consists of newborn cuddling while trying to finagle some food in your mouth at the same time. Finding crumbs on your kid's head? Totally okay.
...their feet, oh their cute, soft little tootsies.
...they have the freaking cutest sneezes known to man. Seriously, I don't think there's anything cuter. Okay, baby stretches and yawns are also ranked up there.
...on the other side of the fence, when they get to the blood-curdling-pissed-off-scream? (I mean, PAST the point of the normal newborn cry)--it's not as cute. No, not at all. (Also: I think I very rarely heard this with Eme because I could be at her side for every squeak and wiggle. This time, having two kids to take care of means someone has to wait sometimes. Luckily it's not often, but oh, that scream. My girls have pipes.)
...you should really keep a burp cloth handy, within arms reach, at all times. I still have yet to learn this lesson with Lucy---and so far spit-up has landed in my hair (and found hours later), on my robe (poor, pink robe--but still wearing it, fyi), and down my cleavage. And also? She's not even a baby who spits up much. So, yea.
....coffee. You will need it. Having your husband make extra coffee every day is not a bad thing---it's a survival technique. Go with it.
Most of all?
Heart. booming. love. All over again. I love her little squishy self to the moon and back. If anything, I feel like a better, more experienced momma, doing all that I can to provide for both my girls needs, while ping-ponging back and forth between toddlerville and newborn-world.
I love the newborn stage, I do. So stinkin' much, actually that I find myself already worried about how fast it's going. But, man--there was so much I kind of forgot.
These tiny people are so sweet. I just love it.