{"id":396,"date":"2007-02-15T11:35:41","date_gmt":"2007-02-15T18:35:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/?p=396"},"modified":"2007-02-15T11:35:41","modified_gmt":"2007-02-15T18:35:41","slug":"blindsided","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/?p=396","title":{"rendered":"Blindsided"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve never been much of a baby person. I was never the type to stop moms on the street to coo at, or talk about, their babies &#8211; and I was always the first person to roll my eyes at the sound of a crying child. I never thought I was terribly maternal, either &#8211; a belief that was perpetuated by the fact that as a little girl, I would throw my dolls down the stairs (instead of hug and care for them). Although I *wanted* to be a mom, I honestly wasn&#8217;t overly excited about taking on this new role. (There were even a few times\u00c2\u00a0during my pregnancy when\u00c2\u00a0I told Q I couldn&#8217;t blog about what I was *really* feeling; I was convinced our readers would think I would be a terrible mother!)<\/p>\n<p>Imagine my surprise, then, when I gave birth and fell madly in love with\u00c2\u00a0Zoe. Every cliche I&#8217;d ever heard about childbirth and parenthood played out before my eyes, and I understood in an instant what all the hub-bub about babies was about. I was completely (and foolishly, I know) unprepared for\u00c2\u00a0the intensity of\u00c2\u00a0my feelings and the experience, and\u00c2\u00a0I remain in awe over the fact that a person can care so much about someone they&#8217;ve just met. \u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Twelve weeks after giving birth to Zoe (Happy 12-Week Birthday,\u00c2\u00a0Zoe!), I&#8217;m still recovering from the shock and wonder of everything that has transpired. I don&#8217;t necessarily feel like a totally different person (and I think that&#8217;s a good thing) &#8211; but I do\u00c2\u00a0consider myself a\u00c2\u00a0happier\u00c2\u00a0person. A luckier person. Oh, and maybe even a baby person. :)<\/p>\n<p>-M<\/p>\n<p>\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve never been much of a baby person. I was never the type to stop moms on the street to coo at, or talk about, their babies &#8211; and I was always the first person to roll my eyes at the sound of a crying child. I never thought I was terribly maternal, either &#8211; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-396","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2-to-3-months"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=396"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zoe.browdy.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}