When I pictured mornings with a baby, I envisioned waking a peacefully sleeping infant from his crib and dressing him in an adorable outfit. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to fit waking him into my morning routine, but surely I could sandwich it in somewhere between recording my daily television shows and straightening my hair for the second time.
Fast forward three months into life with William, and the idea that I would work him into my schedule never fails to provide me with a good laugh at his 3 a.m. first breakfast. Not only did I overlook the well-known fact that the only place an infant peacefully sleeps is in someone’s arms, but I also severely underestimated a newborn’s power. Gone are the days when my husband and I were in charge of our lives. Clearly a new ruler has arrived, and his name is William.