Who's runnin' the show?

Since the birth of my daughter four months ago, it is clear that neither myself nor my wife "run the show" in our home anymore. This tiny little person, who can scream so loud it sounds distorted, is now completely in charge. I first noticed this at about four in the morning when I found myself singing songs to try to make her fall asleep. Along with my attempts to lull the baby to sleep, I found myself waking at around six in the morning to make sure that Mom had what she needed to feed the baby, since she was breast feeding. In addition to the change in our schedule we were buying baby stuff by the truckload. From bottles and nipples to breast pump accessories. It was all vey exciting or maybe it was desperation.