It feels like just yesterday that I was scowling at the labor and delivery nurse for not taking my contractions seriously. Our bags in our arms, standing in front of the counter, I must have looked too relaxed. I wasn’t. I was just ready to finish being pregnant. And I wanted to get started. Who wouldn’t, really? Just look what I took home!
I can’t believe it’s been six months. With Lucas, those first six months seemed to go slowly, waiting for and watching every milestone. I was learning how to be a parent and so wrapped up in all the shoulds and shouldn’ts of sleep, feeding, diapering, and more that I don’t think I appreciated the newborn phase as much as I should have. With Nathan, it’s been completely different. I have stared into his face every day and seen the miracle of life that he is. I have thanked God and my husband for giving me such a precious boy. I have held him and rocked him to sleep, knowing that he might be my last little baby. I don’t want him to grow up. Not yet. But he already is. The newborn is gone, and in its place is a sweet, chubby, smiley boy that loves his mama and just wants to eat and play all day long. I am so proud of him, and so proud to be his mom!