I find it hard to believe Reed is a month old today and just as perfect as ever. He even waved back at me today. Coincidence? I doubt it. Clearly my child is brilliant.
Whenever I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror holding Reed, I always feel a bit of disbelief. Is that me? Is that my kid? I feel like I look too young to be a parent. I always think of parents as old. I guess I just don’t feel my 33.5 years.
I think they call this denial.
A month postpartum, I can sit almost comfortably now, although I am not quite ready for walking yet. I can’t wait to be able to take a walk. I’ve got twenty pounds to sweat off.
Breast feeding has gotten easier also, although I still have a stubbornly sore nipple. I have found Netflix episodes of Gossip Girl help pass the time at 4:00 a.m. while Reed nurses. Having a pleasant outlet for passing time during all those hours of sitting and nursing is key. Functioning with one hand is also essential. I was most pleased with myself for managing to snuggle a napping baby in one arm while selecting my seed order from the Baker Creek Heirloom Seed catalog with the other. Now I just need to find ten minutes to place the order. Tomorrow. And then I need to figure out how to plant and tend said seeds.
Uh.
I have noticed iris bulbs starting to sprout in the garden. That sure does make me smile.
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You are so funny. Yes, he is briliant. No, seriously, he probably is because you are so, I’m not doubting it. I know all of these moments, just the way you say them, it takes me back. Even now I think, “man this baby was born three months early and he’s the smartest one yet.”
And if there is anyone who knows how you feel about your age it’s me. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and think: a. how did you have seven kids in eleven years. b. you had all of those kids and your only 34?, c. I feel like I’m seventeen still…..which thank goodness because it’s a lot of running around and go, go, go. And by the way this is whether you have seven kids or just one, the running around. Seriously
Andrea, I’m so happy for you. In my heart of hearts I feel like having and raising children is what we are meant for and it is what helps us realize our full potential in so many more ways than one, as women and men. It’s the best thing this life has to offer…hard, hard, hard at times, but the best thing ever. Love,
Shauna xoxo
Andrea
Back in my day (Emry is 12) there were no DVR’s or on demands and I literally video taped episodes of Survivor and Oprah so I wouldn’t be stuck watching infomercials at 3am.
And we’re all in denial because our parents 33 (or 39 for me) seemed to be so much older than we are now. Life is so twisted that way. At 20 I thought life would be perfect and set and pretty much done at 40. Nearing 40 I think, what? I am still a baby and have so much to learn and do.
The one thing you’re right about is your son is perfect. No one will ever love him as much as you do, he’s yours forever!!!!!
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