|picture taken on Tuesday, August 6 - her 1 week birthday!|
To date, I’ve been a mom for 9 days already. Best 9 days of my life that’s for sure. These 9 days have been the fast days of my life too. But yet I sometimes forget what life was like before her.
The no sleep thing is for real. Those first few days, you really don’t get ANY. I think I was running on like 3 hours of sleep during a 72 hour time span.
No one goes into labor at 8am. I mean it just doesn’t work like that. All of my friends have gone into labor late at night and had the baby the next day meaning you get zero sleep the night before the biggest workout of your life and becoming a parent. Well, I was no exception. I was admitted to the hospital at 11:55pm Monday night, leaving no time for sleep – just contractions and meeting my baby girl. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Mothering instincts really are a thing! It’s no secret that I was super nervous about having a tiny, dependent angel to take home and care for. I mean, holy cow I’ve never done this before – they should totally come with manuals! But it happened. I took my tiny princess home and we are doing just fine. In fact, we are doing great. I’m not perfect (and have had to learn the hard way that diapers need to fit tight to prevent leaks!) but we are figuring out this mama/daddy/baby thing pretty well.
The amount your heart expands is hard to put into words. My world was rocked the day that baby came into my life, and rocked for the better. I see the world differently. I’m more aware of the things I say and the things I watch – even though they won’t affect her yet. But I have so much love for this little bunny and I want to protect her from the world.
Holy cow the moment your husband hold your baby. I could write a whole post on this but nothing I say will ever do it justice. The love. The gratitude. The bliss. Can’t. Even. Handle. It.
I’ve learned to speak up. The people-pleaser in me has always just gone with the flow even if it was something I didn’t want to do. Well, the past 9 days have afforded me the opportunity to speak up a bit more. If I’m not comfortable with something, I have no problem speaking up on my baby’s behalf. If I’m too tired for visitors or really just want to be selfish and keep G’s snuggles to myself? By golly, that is what I’m going to do. So there.
I’ve seen Christ’s love like I never have before. Looking into my baby’s eyes and seeing the miracle that He created – my faith is only strengthened. Considering the crucifixion and resurrection of God’s son. Whole new meaning for me. God is so good.