When our son was first born he slept well, like a baby. He was sleeping six to eight hours right out the gate. It was amazing and we didn't appreciate what we had until it was gone. That period of restfulness lasted for about the first two months. And then he got sick. When he was sick he would only sleep in my arms for four days straight. We thought once he got over his illness that he would go back to sleeping through the night. But we were wrong. So very, very wrong.
As you all know, I love to read! I always have an ever-growing stack of books on my nightstand. Now that I've started listening to audio-books too, the list just keeps on growing. So, I thought I'd share a few of my current picks. Feel free to read along!
All in all, I had a great experience in that little room. Sitting on that couch and talking about my past, present, and future revealed much I didn't know about myself and the people around me. So, I will go back in two weeks and continue to talk. Because sometimes all we need is for someone to listen.
My mother is a great example of what being a good mom looks like. She is someone that I look up to. She is a vital part of my life and I can't imagine my life without her in it.
It's moments like these where we all come together to support one another that I remember why I joined. My brothers and sisters in arms are my family. There is no community quite like the military. And while it has its flaws, we have proven time and again, that when times get rough, you can count on us. And it's humbling and reassuring to know that when times get tough for our own, that we can lean on one other.
But these first times are what matter. These first times will outlast the last times. His life and mine will be peppered with many, many first times together. And so I choose to look for the first times, to focus on those moments, and to celebrate them every day. Because the days are long, but the years are short. And that is what makes life beautiful.
I've been doing a lot of self-evaluation lately. I've been thinking a lot about my past and how it has effected my present and how I want it to impact my future.
Breastfeeding is hard. Nobody talks about how hard it's going to be. People warned me that it might hurt in the beginning and it definitely did. But nobody told me about the rest of it.
I lose myself every day. I lose myself in my son’s eyes as they fill with excitement as he chases the dog around. I lose myself in laughter as he giggles uncontrollably when my husband tickles him on the ground. I lose myself in sadness as I pack away his newborn clothes. And I lose myself in wonder as my son takes in the fascinating world around him.