Monday, March 11, 2013
Imagination
Before Josiah was born, I used to hear a lot of comments along the line of "you just can't know what parenthood is like until you experience it." I wasn't sure if I agreed with that statement. Now that Josiah is here, I'm still not sure if I totally agree with it. After all, I have quite an imagination. And to quote Anne of Green Gables, "It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?"
I imagined my life with my new little one - snuggling, playing, and more snuggling. And I even imagine some of the lesser exciting things. Think: diaper changes.
As it turns out, my imagination was quite useful, simply because I over-imagined - at least when it came to the negative aspects of being a parent. The tiredness I felt (and still feel) is never as bad as I thought it would be. The crying doesn't make me (too) irritable (usually) - it makes me feel bad for him. Josiah has gone through about 10 days of clingy, fussy, irritability due to teething. There was only one day where I genuinely reached the point where I was saying "For the love! WHEN will it end?!?!" Granted, I'm pretty sure we won the baby lottery. Josiah is so easygoing - at least when he's not teething. His sleep patterns have definitely not been my favorite. Okay. I really wish the kid would sleep better. But again, I felt prepared for all of this. There was no thought of "this is so different than I imagined."
But here's what I didn't imagine and wasn't prepared for:
-How much his first smile would completely and utterly melt my heart. And really the same could be said for the first time he giggled, rolled over, and essentially any other "first".
-How when he first wakes up, he looks up at me, scrunches his face up and smiles while sticking out his tongue and it makes me want to give him a million little kisses.
-How his cries make me want to do anything/ everything to fix it. right. now. (I'm telling you - that nurse that gave him his four month shots was lucky I didn't slap her - cause I was seriously considering it.)
-How the first time he got sick, I was up all night worrying while listening to him breathe - even though it was a really minor cold.
-And ultimately, as much as I loved him as a newborn (which was more than I could imagine even then) is nothing compared to how much that love continues to grow.
Don't get me wrong. We have our rough days for sure. Assuming I actually keep up with my blog this time - you may even get to hear about some of them from time to time. But, at the end of the day, I feel like the luckiest mama in the world.
Me and my babe - his birth day and then 3.5 months later on New Years Day.
I imagined my life with my new little one - snuggling, playing, and more snuggling. And I even imagine some of the lesser exciting things. Think: diaper changes.
As it turns out, my imagination was quite useful, simply because I over-imagined - at least when it came to the negative aspects of being a parent. The tiredness I felt (and still feel) is never as bad as I thought it would be. The crying doesn't make me (too) irritable (usually) - it makes me feel bad for him. Josiah has gone through about 10 days of clingy, fussy, irritability due to teething. There was only one day where I genuinely reached the point where I was saying "For the love! WHEN will it end?!?!" Granted, I'm pretty sure we won the baby lottery. Josiah is so easygoing - at least when he's not teething. His sleep patterns have definitely not been my favorite. Okay. I really wish the kid would sleep better. But again, I felt prepared for all of this. There was no thought of "this is so different than I imagined."
But here's what I didn't imagine and wasn't prepared for:
-How much his first smile would completely and utterly melt my heart. And really the same could be said for the first time he giggled, rolled over, and essentially any other "first".
-How when he first wakes up, he looks up at me, scrunches his face up and smiles while sticking out his tongue and it makes me want to give him a million little kisses.
-How his cries make me want to do anything/ everything to fix it. right. now. (I'm telling you - that nurse that gave him his four month shots was lucky I didn't slap her - cause I was seriously considering it.)
-How the first time he got sick, I was up all night worrying while listening to him breathe - even though it was a really minor cold.
-And ultimately, as much as I loved him as a newborn (which was more than I could imagine even then) is nothing compared to how much that love continues to grow.
Don't get me wrong. We have our rough days for sure. Assuming I actually keep up with my blog this time - you may even get to hear about some of them from time to time. But, at the end of the day, I feel like the luckiest mama in the world.
Me and my babe - his birth day and then 3.5 months later on New Years Day.
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