So, I had a baby a month and a half ago.
Which means I'm a mom.
Temple Grae's mom.
So that makes Mr. F and I real, grown up parental units.
Looking back on the birth experience: it was fabulous.
Not easy by any stretch [my birth plan was out the window from the get go and everything I hoped I wouldn't have to mess with, I did] but I had a fantastic doctor and the nurses were amazing.
We are settling into life as a family of three (four if you count Mr. F's mustache) and honestly, thanks to our gal and her mad sleeping skills, I have managed to keep the random crying to a minimum.
There are a million thoughts and feelings that come with this new season, but I have been thinking a lot lately about how "normal" this feels. I'm in awe of the fact that my body was made to do this. And I love that I'm joining the ranks, so to speak. The ranks of women wiping butts and cleaning spit up off of their shirts and hoping they remembered to throw another in the diaper bag. The ranks of women that stare and marvel at the new little life that came from them. The ranks of women who rock little ones back to sleep after late night/early morning feedings. And work hard to score that first smile. And wish they knew exactly how much the stretch marks will fade. I love that my great-great-great-great grandmother fed, swaddled, wiped, and rocked. Just like my neighbor's great-great-great-great grandmother. And my best friend's. And my co-worker's.
And the strangers I pass by every day.
There really is nothing new under the sun. And I'm OK with that. I love that I've transitioned into a time in my life where I don't need to feel special or unique.
Where I'm OK being one of the many in a long line of mamas.
[ [One of our dearest friends set up this little "Welcome Home" on our porch.]
[My girl and I at Crystal Bridges Museum]
[keeping her close]
Cheers to this whole parenting thing.
[CONFESSION: As a former barista that knows what a real macchiato is, I admit that I'm self-conscious about posting a picture with a Starbucks beverage.
But it IS caffeine. And new parents need caffeine.]