graham at one month – surprising
in my first four weeks as someone’s mother, my impression of the role is that
motherhood is surprising.
i was sure my baby was going to arrive fashionably late, but evidently he is more punctual than his momma. he decided ten days early was his time and caught me totally off-guard.
i thought i would want to broadcast my son’s arrival from the top of every social media mountain, but blogging and facebook were the farthest thing from my mind. all i’ve wanted to do for the past four weeks is cuddle and coo and nurse and stare in awe at this amazing little person.
i felt certain that physical recovery would be hard and adapting mentally & emotionally would be easy, but i was wrong on both accounts. my body felt mostly normal after a few days, but i was so not ready for the rush of love, fear, giddiness, uncertainty, contentment, worry, sadness, and gratitude that came home with this handsome little man.
i also assumed i’d be capturing all sorts of stunning photos of our newborn on our fancy new DSLR camera, but instead i’ve been snapping tons of grainy pics on my phone, because i can’t be bothered with manual settings when he’s just so adorable all. the. time.
i feel like i can already see his personality starting to show, even while i can admit that his ever-changing facial expressions probably have little to do with real emotions at this point. his dramatically animated face provides endless entertainment around our house.
thank you all for your well-wishes, prayers, support, and friendship during this momentous time for us. your sweet comments, encouraging advice, and nagging for photos ( ) have meant so much. the overwhelming kindness and generosity of our family and friends has been one of the best surprises of parenthood.