Marshall is 3 months old now.
Some nights it's still so hard to believe all this is real. That he is here. That he is mine. That he is real.
For the most part, things are going great around here. We still have our really bad days. And our sleepless nights. Bryan and I still fight. And I still have hormonal breakdowns. And sometimes I still cry for no damn reason.
But I take it all in stride. Or at least I try to. I never expected this to be perfect....or easy.
Waking up at 4 AM for work sucks. But when he wakes up with a big smile and waits patiently to be changed and fed, it doesn't matter anymore. That smile makes everything else disappear. It has easily made me a bit more of a morning person.
And bedtime. Oh, bedtime! That's my favorite part of the day.
We have a nice routine down.
Bath. Milk. Story. Bed.
We relax in the rocker recliner. He snuggles in close to drink his milk while I read him a book. And then we rock until he's falling asleep. Most nights I let him fall asleep against my chest, and I just stay there, breathing it all in. It's the one time of the day that I can shut everything else out. I try to make sure that I am fully present, fully appreciating every second, because I know that these moments don't last.
It's usually in these moments that I miss his brother and sister the most.
A few nights ago, we were reading "Wherever You Are My Love Will Find You" by Nancy Tillman. (Those books are my favorite!) He stopped drinking and looked across the room with huge eyes. He started smiling and nodding and making facial expressions and cooing like he was having a conversation with someone.
|"Wherever You Are My Love Will Find You" by Nancy Tillman|
For the first time, I thought of them without missing them. I felt like they were there. I felt like I was reading to all of them. I finally felt like I was a mother of three, a mother to ALL of my babies.
For the first time, my heart felt complete...