It seems like an eternity ago when I was pregnant, hobbling in pain and wondering when my baby, who seemed so foreign inside of me, would come out. (I actually remember getting light-headed at the 21 week ultrasound since the realization of blood flow and movement that isn’t part of me scared me to death!) It seems like ages ago when I doubted my ability to be a mother and when I wondered how I would approach having a new being in my own very life.
Today, we’ve reached 39 weeks and 6 days, which to me is as good as forty weeks, because yes, June 30 is/was my official due date.
I still take a look at this baby who is 5 weeks and 6 days old and have difficulty identifying with the fact that this being came out of me. The entire thing is so incredibly surreal.
Yet if I could erase these last 41 days, I would never ever allow that.
The last six weeks have been nothing short of amazing. I could definitely still do without the sleepless nights, but I absolutely adore David; he’s the cutest little man ever. Sure, I still am running into the typical obstacles of parenthood, but I dote on him — I take photographs of every funny instance; I have video after video of him doing small things (or nothing at all). At four weeks old, he turned over from tummy to back. I have dozens of videos of him doing it already. (He was holding his head up at the hospital on the day he was born; that might have contributed to this rather early development. And yes, it still shocks me that this comes from an infant who was born at 34 weeks gestational age!)
The funniest thing of all was that I had just written a book on social media marketing entitled The New Community Rules. The original release date was scheduled for “sometime in June.” We always expected David to be born in June. I find it funny that the book release date is now July 23rd and David came in May. Forget about June — it was all about the mother and son bonding, guess!
In any event, I’m loving having a beautiful little man with whom I’ll share my life with and hopefully be very much apart of his as well. I’m still grappling with the fact that my title is now mother just like I did when I got married 4+ years ago and had difficulty calling myself a wife. In due time, I guess I’ll get used to it.
In the meantime, I grow every day with David. I’m so happy to be with him. I’m blessed to have had him six weeks early and I’m just hoping I’m able to savor every moment of him.
aww! I had the same experience with “mother” and “wife” – it felt so foreign at first. He is a gorgeous little man, who *wouldn’t* dote on him? 🙂