Until my dying day, precious babe, I’m yours

October 29, 2024

And somehow without our knowing, you’ve entered into your constant smiles and cooing era. You’re a bit of a chonkster and you sure do love your milk & cuddles. Sometimes you even let us sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time, but those nights are still a work in progress.

They say that we’ll miss the newborn stage…that it’s so short and fleeting. And even though it felt like I might not ever survive the first 8 weeks postpartum, I now know that all those veteran parents were right.

I think about your first few weeks constantly. It’s all a blur and I was so worried that I’d missed too much of it whilst in the thick of triple feeding + not knowing if I’d ever make enough milk for you + getting mastitis + managing postpartum blues & hormone drops + healing from abdominal surgery…all while attempting my best to not bypass the rawness and intensity of becoming mama. Then, I look back at photos and remember…I was absolutely there for all of it.

I am here, sweet one. And wow am I so happy we’ve made it to here and now. Until my dying day, precious babe, I’m yours. ✨💎