I know I haven't blogged in forever but I couldn't let today go by without marking it somehow! In case this wasn't obvious, the logistics of blogging are significantly more complicated with an infant. Never before have I wanted to blog more - to write it all down so my foggy, sleep deprived brain remembers the details- and never before have I been less able to find five minutes to do so! I hope that changes because there really are so many things I want to say. (How do all those famous mommy bloggers do it!? Seriously do they dictate their posts or something? Because I'm breastfeeding with one hand and frantically trying to type this post out on my cell phone with the other. It's not pretty but it's happening!)
Its been one month since we welcomed June Virginia into the world. I don't even know where to start - being a new parent has been just as hard and simultaneously wonderful as people told us it would be. For starters, my body took way more of a hit then I ever could have anticipated - I feel like I've been laid up for a month recovering from a battle. And, breastfeeding is the most difficult thing I've ever had to do (and maintain!). But the underlying veil of all of this; our baby is the sweetest thing I've ever laid eyes on. We'll finally get her to sleep, and I'm exhausted, but all I want to do is sit and watch her sleep.
She is the spitting image of her Daddy and I can't get enough of her baby blue eyes. About a month and a half before she arrived, Mike and I counted to three and said out loud if we thought she'd be a boy or a girl. We both said "Girl" - and to be honest, I feel like I knew the whole time she was going to be a girl.... people just kept telling me "based on my shape" or "size" that I was having a boy. At any rate, when she was born, I honestly felt like I'd know her forever.... and of COURSE she was a girl. She is perfect in every way because she's all ours.
I realize this doesn't really sum up "The Month of June" - I think I'm still processing that if we're being honest :) and I'm a bit hazy on where the time has gone. I know I've done a lot of napping in the moments where possible. I'll have to put the pieces of it altogether now that were beginning to see a bit of a routine around here.
Here are some pictures from our time in the hospital. Can I just say, thank-God for modern medicine? And thank-God for good mid-wives, doctors, nurses and a rock of a husband? It wasn't what we wanted exactly from a "birth experience" but it was ours nonetheless and I'm gonna own it. My sister, who is a midwife, and my mom (who's been through this whole birth thing once or twice before) were with us and if I could give any word of advice to new and expecting parents - don't try to do it alone. It was just so amazing to have them with us and their support was so important to the three of us considering this is our first time doing this whole "let's bring a new human into the world thing"!
I fell more in love with Mike then I thought possible - corny but true. It's amazing to see him as a father. And the support he gave me throughout the whole labour process was everything I could have asked for in a birth partner (and to think I got picky with him because "he didn't read any of the books!") I'm so happy that this is our family and that we're on this ride together.