Hello everyone! I am shouting out from Baby Land here, and since my Pia has a special baby honing beacon on whatever I’m doing, I’m almost positive she’ll wake up early one paragraph into this post!
I was thinking and praying about what to write about first over the past few days – first impressions and all that! – but really and truly all I kept coming back to is how much change has happened in my new little family such a short amount of time. I am amazed at how much happens in the first few months of a new baby’s life, since it feels like every week there is a new shift and a new “routine” for us. Pia is doing well, smiling, rolling over, cooing, and stretching out her sleeping patterns… and my dear hubby and I have been out on dates (!), are getting a little more sleep, have figured out how to do many things one handed, and I even put on makeup most days (it’s the little things). Praise the Lord and pass the peas! We have moved slowly from the just-surviving camp to the thriving camp.
Even though it’s only been four and a half months, however, there were several weeks in the beginning there that were soooo touch and go that I honestly couldn’t even imagine that it was going to be this way at this point. I couldn’t even picture it. We had a hard labor, a ton of nursing issues, and not a lot of local support, and instead of feeling simply really happy (which is what I desperately wanted to feel!), it just seemed insanely hard. Since Pia is our first, I had no institutional knowledge to tell my sleep deprived self that it was going to get (a ton) better, or that I wasn’t going to be thinking all crazy forever. Other mom’s seemed to come out of the fog eventually(or never even have the fog?!), but me? This seemed permanent! For all I knew a few months ago, I was just going to live in my pajamas for the rest of my life (comfy, but not ideal). And those were very real feelings! Having your first wee one is a steep learning curve! A wonderfully blessed one, but man, let’s be honest, steeeeep.