I can’t believe it’s been almost three weeks since this little guy arrived — I knew it would, but I’m still amazed at just how quickly this time has flown by.
And this is even crazier: I’m shocked at how much I like having a newborn.
Before he arrived, I drilled into my head that the first three months are just a period that you get through — I didn’t expect myself to be completely in love with him right away, and I scared myself silly over just how difficult life with a newborn would be. I really wanted to have a baby, but the first few months sounded just miserable. Worth it for a lifetime with your amazing child, but still miserable.
Only I’m a month in, and I’m not miserable at all. Sure, he’s a lot of work, and there are things I’d rather be doing than changing diapers. But I’m also surprised at how much joy there is in taking care of him, and how dumbstruck with love I feel every time I hold him in my arms. I expected my love for him to take a while to grow — I didn’t remotely anticipate how much I’d be floored by it from minute one.
We were about to go to sleep a few nights ago, and Bear had finished eating and was sleeping on my chest. Chad looked over at me and goes, “Katy, it’s bedtime. It’s time to put down the baby.”
And I just kind of laughed and shook my head because I was enjoying that moment so much, with the baby and him and the dogs and all of us together, that I couldn’t bear the thought of going to sleep and ending it. On some level, I knew that this wonderful moment would be followed by other, also wonderful, moments… but in the middle of that one, I just wanted it to continue forever.
I know it will only get better. But I’m also just amazed at how wonderful it’s been so far.