Have mercy it’s been a while. My body decided that it was done being pregnant and served early eviction papers to the most beautiful baby boy in the whole world. Luckily, it was at the 37 week mark and despite spending the first 10 days of his life in the hospital, my little man is home and wonderful. That doesn’t mean I am getting sleep, feeling fantastic, or finding each moment to be dripping with over the top bliss, but it does mean that I wouldn’t want it any other way. This boy is just what our family needs. Did I mention he’s cute?
But goodness, how in the world did I forget how intense life with a new baby can be? I’m not even sure if I’d taken detailed notes with the girls if I would remember. He’s dealing, like most newborns do, with reflux and gas and all of the fun of a new digestive system trying to figure out how to work properly. This sweet boy who coughs, gags, spits, squirms, and passes copious amounts of gas is just miserable at times, so we are doing lots of cuddling these days. As much as I would like to complain about losing so much of my beloved personal space (I’m not the cuddly type), I can’t. The truth is, after watching the feverish pace with which BQ and Molé cruised through the baby phase and into the kid one I am going to do my best to savor these days of snuggles. These days where he becomes a little blob up on my shoulder, warm and sweet, with the cutest little breathing sounds. He is such a gift.
And so, rather than blogging I have been napping and eating. Can you really blame me? But as the fog lifts and my brain can retain information that doesn’t involve feedings and diaper changes, I’ll be back in full force. So prepare yourself. Until then, I pray your Christmas is merry and bright, and that in the chaos surrounding this upcoming week you can find some quiet spaces to reflect and delight as we celebrate a most incredible baby boy who changed the world with his birth.