I'm back!
...with a baby
Hello, beautiful souls. Pardon my hiatus, I brought another beautiful soul into the world and have been busy plumping her up and trying to get sleep. And strangely (maybe not so strangely) averse to sitting at a computer.
Every week since I delivered my baby (11/13…a girl, Naya) I write a post in my head. The first week I will be honest, I didn’t write anything in my head. I delivered on a Thursday and was reveling in postpartum pain and bliss. I know, how do those two go hand in hand and I will tell you. If you’ve been through it I’m just preaching to the choir but maybe you’ll find you can relate to my words. If you haven’t been through it I hope you find some appreciation and insight in it. Childbirth is the most intense thing a woman will ever experience in her life. I have joked to Joe and friends that I turn into a feral animal. And I do. Childbirth is so primal and these instincts that have gone dormant in our “polite society” come out in full force. Yelling, screaming, pacing, movements and sounds you’ve never studied or done before come out instinctively. Also, pregnancy is just rough on your body and to have this relief of a baby in your arms and no more nausea or heartburn or hip pain (among other pains and discomforts) is amazing. I also personally felt very accomplished at the act of giving birth. It’s so difficult and many times I thought—and said—I can’t do this but then you do because, as with all difficult things in life, the only way out is through. Needless to say, I was sitting in a hospital bed with the classic guitar and harp music station on repeat thinking and taking it all in.
The next week my post was themed “one day at a time,” more so telling myself to take life one day at a time and cherish this precious—albeit extremely difficult—moments. Nothing lasts forever so give yourself grace and get through each difficult moment at a time. Breathe and know that each day gets easier.
Then the day after Thanksgiving I was so bummed to not write my “pie for breakfast day” post recounting how yes, I ate leftover pie with strong coffee and lots of cream the day after Thanksgiving and to tell you all about our first Thanksgiving as a family of four. It was non traditional to say the least but what’s traditional anyways? It was perfect. Joe made everything while I nursed a very hungry baby and entertained a very active toddler. We ate much later than we had planned and it was just delightful. I even had some champagne.
Last week I was most definitely going to write to report that I’m alive and surviving maternity and my new normal of a baby strapped to me and a toddler on my hip and how I can’t hardly get anything done but case in point, I couldn’t even write that post.
But here I am, to report to you all that I’ve missed writing. That I want to share with you all what’s going on in my little life. That Fridays are for mochas—as well as stewed prunes because let’s be real, nobody talks about the less glamorous aspects of childbirth. That life is to be celebrated, even in the difficult moments.
Happy Friday, beautiful souls. I’m so grateful for all of you in my life. For the well wishes and the gifts that have poured in. I hope I can give back and make you all feel as loved as you make me feel.
Congratulations, Sally! Very exciting! As you say, enjoy the moment!😍
All the best to you and your bigger family! Thanks for shsring your journey!