Oh, how time flies

I still remember the raw emotions.

Excitement, fear, worry, happiness, joy.

I still remember praying endlessly the entire 17 hours before they said “it’s time to do this.”

And then the following 4 hours of pushing.

And then the hour in the operating room.

And then the most pleading prayer of my life when you didn’t cry.

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Seeing PINK!

As most of you know, we had our gender reveal party this past weekend.

I definitely had mixed feelings because with my first pregnancy, we didn’t find out the gender, and that was amazing. I loved that. I loved the not-knowing…

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When your baby still needs you. 

We have twenty-three days left with our baby before he jumps leaps into toddlerhood.

The only reason I know the number is because I’m crying on the inside every day that number gets smaller and smaller. (What is it about time and age that can be a thief of joy?) Continue reading

A love-hate relationship.

The first moment I held my boy, 4 hours after he was taken out via emergency c-section.

5 months ago, when I was awake every two hours, all night long, with a crying, hungry newborn baby…I admit that I was hoping time would go faster, and hoping for some longer periods of sleep, and hoping he would decide to sleep during the night instead of the day.  Continue reading