I’ve thought of a million things to write in this post. Yet I sit here wondering where to start. I’m not going to try to fit all of the first month in one post. Today’s post will be about the good stuff. Tomorrow will be dedicated to the hard stuff.
But words really do not do this experience justice.
The Cute Stuff
The last 30 days have been seriously full of cute. My heart has burst a million times from cute overload. Every parent thinks their baby is the cutest, and I think this is the most wonderful built-in instinct. It certainly makes the hard stuff softer. Never have I felt softer skin. Never have I seen a more precious pout. I am longing for him to smile at me. And I am quite sure the first laugh will slay me dead.
Speaking of heart bursts, my absolute favorite part of the last four weeks has been becoming a little family. We have been lucky. Although Justin was studying for the bar exam for the first two weeks of Benton’s life, the timing is such that he has been able to be home with us for the first month. And he doesn’t go back to work until the 23rd of August. I KNOW. Lucky. I know. This probably won’t happen when we have our next babies, so we are savoring the time we have now.
It is safe to say that Benton has had a pretty sweet 4th trimester thus far, and has literally been held and snuggled around the clock since both of us are on full-time baby duty. Justin has changed 99% of the diapers since I have been in charge of all the feeding. I KNOW. He really does half of the parenting, if not more some days. Plus, I needed to be taken care of as well in the early days. I knew he would be a good dad, but so far he has totally blown my expectations out of the water.
And if you overheard him talking to Benton from another room, your heart would burst too.
This is the part where you might hate me. Mayhaps I am jinxing myself by writing this. Because from what I can tell, Benton is an easy baby. He really is. We haven’t needed to use the Happiest Baby on the Block techniques that we read about and many new parents are raving about. He just isn’t fussy. If he is, it is because he is hungry. So I feed him. Not a difficult solve there. The child sleeps like crazy. He feeds like crazy. And he keeps his dad very busy on the diaper duty front. None of this is rocket science for us just yet.
We have taken him on adventures to the beach, restaurants, stores, the doctor, Justin’s office, a playdate, and a family reunion. He has been a trooper through all of this. (I will say that he had a meltdown as we pulled onto our street last night after he spent 8 hours in the car in one day. But I kind of wanted to throw a tantrum as well, and I’m 27 years old.)
I have learned a lot this month. But my transition into being a mom has been smoother than I thought it would be. I was prepared for a hurricane and just got an afternoon rain shower. Don’t get me wrong–I know there is tough stuff to come. I’ll talk about some early challenges in the next post, but the good far outweighs the bad so far. In the coming months I will try to articulate my feelings on being a mom, but right now all I can say is that I have more love than I thought I was capable of.
And my baby fever? SOMEHOW IT IS WORSE. Seriously. I want more babies. I thought it would be lessened with a newborn around, but it has just been amplified. Maybe when he hits the toddler stage I will look back on this post and shake my head?
Now if you excuse me, I am going to go back to staring at my baby for hours on end.