I’m typing these words standing at my kitchen island “wearing” a sleeping baby wrapped around my stomach. I’m not sure how much time I’ve got before that baby wakes up, but hoping I can finish this post by then. The amazing thing is, that baby is my own – I’m a mama. And what a wonderful thing it is to be.
Parents-to-be are showered with words of excitement (and lots of suggestions, too), but it’s hard to understand just how exciting it is until you’re in it and have your little one there in your arms. At least that’s how it’s been for me. The feeling may wear off slightly at 3am when you’re up changing a dirty diaper in zombie-mode. But then you get a smile, and you can’t help but feel so much love for this tiny little human being.
Our baby August came 11 days past his due date, on Monday, March 13 – a very lucky day indeed. Birth (despite all my intentions and preparations) was nothing like I’d imagined it would be – there was a lot of pain and the first couple of weeks were rough recovering. But during that time, an incredible baby bubble formed around our little apartment. There’s been no place Nik and I would rather be. It’s amazing how fun it can be to simply watch this small person – all his expressions and movements and noises. And his tiny developments day by day. The baby bubble is true bliss.
Besides gaining a new family member, entering parenthood has felt like coming to a camaraderie with other moms and dads. There’s a new understanding and appreciation for what parents go through. And I never would have expected the outpouring of love we’ve received from friends and family near and far. Care packages of homemade power balls for much needed fuel when there’s no time to eat; calls and texts of encouragement; and so many beautiful things for our little one. It’s all been so appreciated.
A week from today, I’ll be launched back into the real world I left behind a few months ago. I’ll start back with my weekday routines of a 9-5 job – and I’m looking forward to it in many ways. But I imagine it’s going to be hard, too. And strange not to be with this new person all the time. But I know he’ll be in good hands with my mom, thank goodness.
Being a parent is intense and wonderful and wild and difficult and fulfilling and exhausting and painful and incredible and so many other things all at once. I’m looking forward to seeing who our little August becomes, and am enjoying every moment with him just as he is right now.
And amazingly, he’s still sleeping!