Today Mirah is two months old, which has me in a reflecting mood. People often comment that I should “enjoy every minute” that I have with my child. These people will often say, “I miss the days when my son/daughter was that age!” To be perfectly honest, I will not miss the first days and weeks of Mirah’s life. I’m happy they happened; Enrique and I are absolutely smitten with our daughter, and we have discovered new things about ourselves and embarked on a new chapter in our relationship. But these first days contained for me feelings of loss, helplessness, confusion, frustration...there were days when all I did was nurse, and days when I didn’t even have the opportunity to go pee. Yes, I’m sentimental (already!) when I look at her newborn outfits that are now too small, or when I reflect upon her first bath. However, there are so many exciting new firsts that we will get to witness, and that is the beautiful thing about parenthood.
I can feel the cool summer breeze outside and everything is quiet in our house. Mirah’s sleeping and Enrique and I have some quiet time on the couch. Tonight I feel as if I’ve truly come out on the other side of those first difficult days of transition. I don’t know what motherhood holds for me, and I’m still not sure what to do with my new title...but that’s okay.
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