I can't even begin to tell you how valuable your comments are to me. My days used to be measured in production... things I made, bills paid, laundry done, dinner made, and all of my responsibilities at the office taken care of.
My days are much different now. All I want is for my son to be happy. Its incredible that I haven't even had him for 2 weeks but he has devoured my every thought, action, and care. I love him so much and that is why every cry, noise, burp, toot, grunt, sleepy smile, dirty diaper, and full tummy mean so much. Its hard to explain the joy I feel when I understand why he is crying, but the incredible disappointment and discouragement when I can't. That's why I value your comments....so I know I am only being normal.
Normal that I've been wearing the same black Adidas pants, bath robe, and nursing tank top since we got home from the hospital. Normal that I haven't WANTED to look in the mirror. Normal that I struggle having a conversation with someone without crying just because of hormones. Normal that I'm only beginning to understand why motherhood IS the greatest calling. Normal that I'm typing with one hand because my baby would rather sleep on my chest than be left alone on the couch...Normal
Everett sleeping on my chest
My days are much different now. All I want is for my son to be happy. Its incredible that I haven't even had him for 2 weeks but he has devoured my every thought, action, and care. I love him so much and that is why every cry, noise, burp, toot, grunt, sleepy smile, dirty diaper, and full tummy mean so much. Its hard to explain the joy I feel when I understand why he is crying, but the incredible disappointment and discouragement when I can't. That's why I value your comments....so I know I am only being normal.
Normal that I've been wearing the same black Adidas pants, bath robe, and nursing tank top since we got home from the hospital. Normal that I haven't WANTED to look in the mirror. Normal that I struggle having a conversation with someone without crying just because of hormones. Normal that I'm only beginning to understand why motherhood IS the greatest calling. Normal that I'm typing with one hand because my baby would rather sleep on my chest than be left alone on the couch...Normal
Everett sleeping on my chest