One month

This idea to document each month comes from Cecily.

Well, my little man, we survived the first month! Considering that almost everything did not go according to my 'plans' it been a pretty eventful month. First, I was induced due to high blood pressure, which ended up in a c-section (thanks to you having a short cord that was wrapped around your neck - good work on scaring mama within the first minutes of your life!). Breastfeeding went about the same way - we tried and tried, but had to do what was best for the both of us - and you are very happy with your formula... assuming we provide it within the 3 second time frame in which you go from sound asleep to totally freaking out hungry, lol.

I must admit, I'm totally in love. To me, you are perfect. Your little hands, you not so little feet - I even think you are cute when you cry. And I totally understand all those soccer mom's who are kind of crazy when it comes to protecting their children. I would pretty much do anything at to be sure that you are safe, happy and loved (note to self - must not become crazy, hovering mother).

To all those people who said my life was going to totally change - I admit, it has. But not in any way that bothers me. It's totally natural to me to be running to your crib at 3 AM to settle you down, or changing a nasty poopy diaper... or just sitting in the morning watching you smile (you smile in the morning - yet another way that you take after your father). I will admit that the relationship between your father and I has changed - but I think it's also in a good way. We now think of ourselves as a family... and are working to find the balance between sleep, together time, and getting each of us rested to make it through a day! I never said surviving on 2 hours bits of sleep or that Aaron's role of trying to understand the whims of a crazy, post-partum woman was easy!

I can't believe how quickly the last month has gone by (to think I was wondering what I would do with myself when not working for a month, HA!) - but at the same time - it feels like you have always been here. And maybe you have - your sweet little spirit may have been following us around, waiting for the right time to join us - and I'm so glad you are here now. I can't wait to see what sort of a boy you are going to turn out to be. At the same time - I don't want to wish away this wonderful time when I can just scoop you up and easily make everything better just by giving you a bottle or a little loving.

We love you, little man!