I’ll preface this by saying that I have never actually blogged before. The last time I came close to “blogging” was about 20 years ago in a Minnie Mouse diary, which I kept securely hidden under my pillow. Gone are the days of writing about my latest crush and how angry I am that my mother just dumped my messy drawers on the floor as punishment for being a slob. Now what do I write about? I journal about my 4 month old baby’s feeding, peeing and pooping routine, his mood, his activities and most importantly, his sleep and my lack thereof.
The past few months have been quite the journey. It all started at 2AM on October 9th, about 16 hours before our son would actually make his grand entrance. I planned on taking a cab when the time came but my husband felt the walk to the hospital in the middle of the night would help accelerate the process. So there we were, suitcase in tow, walking down Chicago Avenue in the middle of the night, labor pains, water breaking and all. The rest is a blur although I distinctly remember wishing someone would just knock me unconscious until the drugs came.
The end result of course was our healthy, beautiful baby boy. Those first few days were rough though. Trying to breastfeed, convinced that my boob was suffocating him, caring for his circumcision (being reprimanded by the doctor for not retracting the foreskin efficiently) and sleeping with him on the couch; the only place he seemed to fall asleep. There were daily trips to BuyBuyBaby to purchase every gadget, pillow, pacifier, wrap, swing and carrier known to man; anything to make the process easier. We were clueless and desperate for help!
Despite the initial bumpy road, the past 4 months have been the happiest months of my life and for sure the most fulfilling. I have learned to love in a way that I didn’t know was possible. I live for his cooing noises and those smiles that simply melt my heart. I anxiously await all the big, upcoming milestones; his first word, those first few steps. All the same, I hope time passes slowly because as Billy Joel once said “these are the times to remember, cause they will not last forever”. In the meantime, I will continue to pray that my circumcision negligence doesn’t result in a disgruntled teenage boy 15 years from now!