Back to the World … with Baby!
Hello readers! It seems like it’s been a LONG, LONG time since I’ve written anything. One thing I didn’t realize about having a baby is how much time they take! Not only time — but patience, stamina and as much caffeine as I’m allowed while breastfeeding. No one tells you the whole truth about becoming a parent … let alone a breastfeeding mother of a baby that never likes to be put down! I’ve decided that my baby is “high needs” and demands more of my love and affection than an average baby. I’m sure all moms believe this, but then all moms also believe that their babies are the cutest babies that ever lived (of course I think mine is, but for ME, it’s the truth … because he is!) It’s been an incredible journey from reading the word “Pregnant” on the pee-stick to today, watching my little guy peacefully snooze on the couch. Some moments I wonder how I’ll make it through another day of someone needing me so hard core, and other moments I am so overcome with gratefulness and a warm sensation of love that I think I’m going to explode. Yes, parenthood … it’s already the weirdest thing I’ve ever experienced, but also the best. How can something so hard be so good?
I guess the best things in life are those that we never expect. I never expected a tiny baby to change me from the inside-out. I never expected to fall in love with a little person — I never liked babies much, but now there is no one I like more (well, that’s not entirely true, I like dad just as much!) I never expected that losing more and more sleep every night would be so worth it. But it is. Just seeing his face, his chubby little fingers and toes and his hand that lies on my chest as he nurses makes me appreciate everything around me so much more than I ever did before. Whenever I feel like things are hard and monotonous, I remember how lucky we are to have a healthy, happy baby. The journey is so much easier to enjoy than it was before. I now see what life is all about. At least some of it anyway …
Of course, I don’t have it all figured out, but I have some of it figured out. And ”some” is enough for me.
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Jen, the best thing about being a gramma is just watching and enjoying the moments of laughter, tears, “gramma mommy hit me” and stuff. I will tell you this, you will be very glad that you breast fed your son. Nicole has done a great job and Ryan has only been sick once to the doctors in five years. He gets his shots (Help me!!!) and that is it. He is slim, and eats all the right things. Never (hardly) asks for sweeets and sometimes on special ocassions he gets them from where he is visiting. Very healthy and very slim and eats right. Good Luck hon, but he will be worth every bit of the work that you and Chris are doing. luv, cele