Thursday, February 28th, 2013
While I have loved chronicling and sharing this pregnancy and birth, I also feel it deep in my bones to press pause on blogging and give more undivided attention to my family.
There is nothing like a newborn to remind me of the brevity of time.
Baby girl’s cheeks are already starting to get nice and jowly. Her chicken legs are starting to plump up and everyday I see her I’m reminded that this season, the middle of the night feedings, the diaper changes, the laundry, the dinners, the baths and repeat, doesn’t last long.
And Harper. That girl. Harper is a few months away from preschool and only a couple of years from Kindergarten. It’s basically like she’s met a man, “and he’s wonderful and brilliant, and they’re getting married.”
Time please stop already. She’s all sorts of personality these days, both mind bogglingly adorable and frustrating at the same time. After three weeks of close inspection, and I mean CLOSE, she’s determined I feed the baby through my belly button. Interesting Harper, very interesting.
These are our days now. Answering a hundred toddler inquisitive whys and newborns with rolls that are trying so hard to make an appearance fitting perfectly into the crook of my arm.
Life is currently watercolors on the kitchen floor, family naps, and one blowout after another.
It’s late night peeks to ensure everyone is sleeping, rearranging covers, and ghosting through rooms for one final kiss. It’s simple. And exhausting. And wonderful.
I don’t want to miss any of these unpredictable readjusting to life days.
And so, I bid adieu.
One of the greatest realizations that has come from this pregnancy is how blessed I am in this life. In all honesty, the complications of Finley’s birth scared me to my core. It is rare to really glimpse all that one has to lose. It is also a miracle. One that reminded me how grateful I am to be here with my family everyday. I haven’t talked too much about my recovery from preeclampsia because it was a deeply personal life changing moment for me. One that immediately brings me to tears of gratitude.
I realized I have an entire village that helps me raise these babies and I owe so much to the people that helped me and continue to do so.
Before I say goodbye to blogging, I want to give some proper shout outs to the people who have so generously aided me the past nine months.
Thank you to my baby daddy, a great husband and father. There are not enough words to adequately tell you how grateful I am everyday that I chose you as my partner. There is no place I’d rather be than by your side, forever. You have my heart and soul.
Thank you to my in-laws for being the most genuinely helpful and caring people. They influence our daughters’ lives for the better. I hope they grow up to follow their example of service. I know in-laws get a bad wrap but honestly, I hit the in-law jackpot. My mother-in-law made my pregnant lady dreams come true by cleaning our house before Finley’s arrival, throwing me a surprise shower, and babysitting Harper countless times. I am grateful everyday to live near such a selfless, supportive family. We couldn’t do it without them.
Thank you to Parents Magazine for the incredible opportunity to write about pregnancy, birth, and really, whatever the heck I wanted. Thank you for encouraging me and never silencing my hemorrhoids and over shares. It was a gift to be able to work for such an amazing staff.
Thank you to my mother for coming into our home after Finley was born and helping me recover. A girl just needs her mom sometimes to help her navigate sleep deprivation, post birth meltdowns, and juggling multiple kids. Thank you for teaching me so much about embracing and loving parenthood, and enjoying whatever moments it brings.
Thank you to the family, who although far away, called, texted, and prayed for us. It made all the difference.
Thank you to our friends who supported us, congratulated us, and were excited with us. Pregnancy is doubly thrilling when shared.
Thank you to both of my girls for teaching me instantaneous and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for these babies that make this life so grand. Thank you for simultaneously teaching me how to have courage and vulnerability as a mother. I carry you both in my heart.
Thank you Internets for being kind and allowing me to capture the magic, hilarity, and unpredictability of pregnancy. Thank you for not judging too harshly and letting me write of my love for pregnancy, babies, and family.
Thank you to all the people who read, commented, and shared this blog.
I have a feeling we’ll meet again Internets, but for now, I’ve got babies to snuggle, spit up onesies to launder, a toddler to coerce to bed, dishes to clean, imaginary friends to play with, bruises to kiss, and other ordinarily extraordinary things to do.Add a Comment