|Finally heading home.|
Little N finally arrived home from the NICU. A week longer than we originally anticipated due to a (debatable) apnea. A blessing in disguise, the week gave me time to work on breastfeeding and gave him the chance to grow bigger and stronger. The transition home has been seamless. I guess eight weeks in the NICU will at least give you that - the opportunity to be comfortable with your new little bundle. We'd already bathed him, changed many, many diapers, and been exclusively feeding him for a few weeks. We'd been schooled on drawing meds, knowing his cues, and infant safety.
For the past ten weeks I've been writing blog post after blog post in my head. Blog posts about becoming a mom for the first time, the NICU, about the fantasticness of the nurses in the NICU, how wonderful and thoughtful so many people have been. About the little things. And the not-so-little things. About how much life has changed and how in many ways it hasn't changed at all.
But I haven't had the time...or energy to actually craft posts. I have barely had time to shower. Entirely by choice. I've been enjoying every minute with my little boy. I spent eight weeks leaving him. I spent too many nights "tucking him in at the end of the night in his home away from home" as the wonderful nurses so eloquently put it.
Being a new mom is exhausting. But compared to juggling real life, work life, and NICU life, it's a breeze. Now, not to say it hasn't had its challenging moments. N is still a baby. He cries. He poops. He fusses. But perspective has certainly given me much to appreciate.
I'll leave you with a post recently shared by a friend who just welcomed her little girl.
It's pretty awesome.
I Am Not a Human Pacifier