|August 14, 2012|
It’s hard to remember now that Sam wasn’t always the happy kid he is now. And even harder to remember that Nick and I weren’t always as content as we are today. Pretty much from week 28 of my pregnancy (when Sam was mis-diagnosed with brain abnormalities-boo to overreacting doctors) to the day he was born (a month early) until he was almost 10 weeks old, there were lots of tears in this household. From all of us.
After he was born, there were breastfeeding issues, his acid reflux, sleep deprivation, and post-partum depression. I was a mess. I remember looking at Nick one night after Sam had finally drifted off to sleep on my chest and saying I felt like a shell of my former self.
|April 9, 2012|
|April 16, 2012|
I’m grateful that I had Nick to rely on to feed me and comfort me during those days. There were many nights that he came home from work to find me in the rocking chair trying desperately to soothe our fussy baby while the white noise machine blared crashing waves and seagulls crying. Dark days, my friends, dark days. Knowing that a hot meal was waiting for me made the endless shushing bearable.
Though I learned a lot during the first three months of my life as a mom, I’ll focus on the most edible. My husband can really cook.