On March 16, 2022, after a long 19-hour difficult labor, my son announced his entrance into the world with a loud cry.
They put him on my chest and I spoke to him, crying tears of joy as I inspected every perfect part of him. I glanced at my husband a few times but those first hours I mostly just wanted to look at my precious miracle.
Since then, it has been challenging and wonderful. I’ve had to change my perspective on almost everything. Sleep is scarce, eating with baby in my arms a challenge, and some days I feel I’m going crazy because of his constant needs. But its OK.
It didn’t feel OK in the beginning. It felt like my life had ended. It was hard to conceive that I would ever do anything except feed him and try to calm him down.
But slowly- he has grown and I have grown, and I have started to find my footing and a new way of living. He still doesn’t sleep much, and I sleep when he sleeps or have to hold him, meaning all my waking hours are spoken for.
Yet, I have to keep in mind this time is a gift. I love holding him and bathing him and feeding him, reading to him and playing with him. I love showing him off proudly when we go out, as I really do adore him and think he’s wonderful.
This season is hard, but also amazing, and I don’t get to redo it. I try to treasure each moment, even if he is crying for hours and I’m on my last nerve.
I thank God for my wonderful blessing, and also look forward to the seasons to come, when I will be able to get back to many things, such as blogging 🙂
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Enjoy the journey. Keep your sense of humor. Hug him as much as you can for too soon they are grown and entered into the world. (I have 2 grown sons) Delight in each new phase. Smile often, choose your battles and love with all your ❤️.
Judy Giguere Tenthousandjade.com
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