It's been a while.
I know. You see, one of my plans for the New Year was to get back into blogging regularly. I chose my verb for 2016 (which I plan to blog about soon!), and was all set to start posting regularly, starting the second Monday in January.
And then? My water broke. Four weeks early. On January 8th, we welcomed Oscar William into the world. He was six pounds, one ounce and nineteen inches of adorable perfection.
Now it's been two months since that day. Ten weeks. Ten AMAZING weeks. As I type this he's sleeping, and I am chowing down on some Ben and Jerry's dairy free ice cream (delicious, y'all). I knew motherhood would be amazing, but I didn't realize I would find it this amazing. I mean, I kind of really like being a mom. Like LOVE it. It's pretty awesome.
In these ten weeks, I've gotten to enjoy seeing my itty bitty newborn grow into a little baby. A baby who grins and coos and cries and snuggles. He loves his playmat and watching the toys swing and jingle, and I love seeing how he interacts with Allen.
There have been things I didn't expect about being a mom. I didn't expect that I'd learn how to fall asleep basically as soon as my head hit the pillow within forty-eight hours of his birth. However, the day he was born I was basically up for thirty-six straight hours (I labored overnight), and the only way to catch up on sleep was to fall asleep as soon as he was down. In the early days sleep when the baby sleeps was a mainstay in our house.
I also didn't expect that nursing would make me SO hungry. Like, I could eat all day some days and not be satisfied. Ditto the thirst. I feel like I'm always drinking water, juice, or almondmilk.
And? When people used to tell me this time flies? I didn't believe them. At the same time, I tried hard to keep that in mind when he was itty bitty. I try to keep it in mind now. It seems to me like it was just yesterday that we were checking into the hospital to have our baby, and there are times I cannot believe that it's been ten weeks since that day. Ten weeks ago this week that I was pregnant and tired and hours later holding a squawking, adorable, light-haired, serious-faced little guy in my arms.
Now that serious-faced little guy is still little, but has already doubled his birthweight? And he's added big, adorable grins to his facial expressions.