It was a tough pregnancy and an amazing birth. Sure, judge me. I know what your thinking, how can it be an amazing birth? No, it wasn't short. 21 hours. Oh, yes it was very painful. In the end, everything went so smoothly that it was like spreading butter on toast. Butter that's been out all day. I had a doula, and although not convinced that it would help, she was amazing and I achieved everything we aimed for. It's funny to say we in this instance. What does JM do through the birth? Yes, the counter-pressure massages and the overly positive, "you've got this babe" are helpful but what is so laborious for him? Did he just push a pineapple out of his vag?
I went on a rant again.
Now, I sit here and look at little N. He's not very little for a three month old. Weighing in at 16.3lbs and 23inches. All I see is a sweet baby that still likes to snuggle up to me and finds me very soothing. He's growing so fast, it feels like yesterday that I was just walking out of UCLA with him, ready to introduce him to the world. I hear and see parents talking about how they wish their kids can talk, run, walk, date, steal their credit cards already, and I think to myself why? I am enjoying every moment of this amazing child.
I can wait for the no mommy, and I don't want to's. I rather not get kicked in the face/mouth of a nordstrom kids shoe department because I wont allow my son to wear pink fucking Hello Kitty rain boots.
To all the parents that can't wait... trust me, you can. You should. You don't want to look back on their life and say where did those days go?
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