I don't write anymore. I haven't posted here in more than a month. It isn't that the desire isn't there. My hands are almost always occupied with my boy if I'm not at work. It's hard to type with a wiggly 12 lbs. in the lap!
|There is always at least one blurry limb.|
I am so blessed with this baby boy. He's as perfect as a baby can be. I don't mean physical beauty, but he definitely is beautiful. He's happy, snuggly, and loving. He's a great eater. He sleeps pretty well. He amazes me every day with the new things he learns. I can sit and watch him for hours just so I can catch a glimpse of the awe in his eyes when he discovers something new.
I don't recall it feeling like this with Olivia. I think that's probably because we spent so much of her early life in doctor's offices and hospitals. I was so stressed out and exhausted with her that the moments of sheer joy were fleeting. I am learning to deal with my guilty feelings about comparing the two existences. I am trying to just embrace and love every moment with him and be thankful that I had the time with her that I did. I can't change the past. I can't make her be here. Que sera sera...
The clock is ticking quickly toward morning when I have to work again. Sweet dreams, friends.