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| 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.
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