It’s Friday, which means that tomorrow is Saturday, which means that J is home and gets to have dad time with Henry…and I’m SO glad. Almost two weeks into this adventure with the little one, we have had so many incredible moments–and we’re also all a bit worn down from the newness of everything, Henry included. Of course, we don’t remember what it was like to be born, but all of the adjustments have to wear on a baby after a while. Just sporting a diaper seems to be trying on an infant, never mind the number of times per day that one requires changing. When Henry gets fussy, I’m working on reminding myself that he is going through a whole heap of transition in the same way that mom and dad are. It’s frustrating and hard sometimes, sure, but we’re all weathering the same phase, and we’re doing it together.
I’ve been looking forward to the weekend because making all of these changes as three throughout the day bonds us closer together as family. We had such an amazing week last week spending every moment together, and now, the weekends are going to feel that same way as Henry grows and we all learn together. Besides, when we’re both home, naps are easier to come by, and the wheels turn more perfectly than they do when it’s just H and me. I’m still so wet behind the ears as a new mom, but when dad is home, we’re both guessing and figuring it out as a team.
Honestly, it’s hard to discern every need and cry and moment while short on sleep and still recovering. Twelve days in, the color in my face and the energy in my being are showing the wear of the past few weeks. I knew this would come, but I suppose I hoped to curtail it somehow. The weekend holds promise of being a bit refreshed and a little bit further down the road to “settled.” And Mother’s Day is around the corner–a first, of course, for Mommy Molly and the tiny babe. There’s much to look forward to, even if I enjoy it while up to my neck in diapers and pacifiers and burp cloths and butt paste. So grateful I’ll have Henry in my arms and J by my side while I do!
can’t help lovin’ these men of mine,