Month 1 | In Review

Not going to lie, the first month with a baby is no picnic. It's hopelessly hard and yet blissfully hopeful. That being said, it's over in the blink of an eye and I can barely even fathom all that we've been through before and after (especially as I'm writing this having survived Month 2 and into Month 3 already). But I don't want to forget any of it, not even one little itty bitty bit. The good, the bad, and even the ugly. I can already see how easy it is to forget, for time to dull the memory of this tiny creature exactly as he is now. This tiny creature I now call my son. MY son. My SON. Still hard to wrap my head around the very idea of it. Let alone the reality of it.

Month 1, the shortest and longest month of my life. I think that will continue as the trend for this entire year. 

So Month 1 in review:

• We kept him alive and didn't break him. We soon figured out this wasn't quite the scary and insurmountable task we had imagined it to be. Instinct and the necessity to "just do it" kick in. In other words, there is no choice but to just figure it out and deal.
• A lot of firsts happened, first stroller ride, first bath (which was orchestrated to the "splish splash I'm taking a bath" song courtesy of the hubs). I, naturally, documented these all to annoyance. The kid will probably associate my face with the added appendage of the back of an iPhone.
• He got baby acne, poor guy. Bothered us more than it bothered him. He's now easy, breezy, beautiful and all cleared up.
• One night he slept for 7 hours straight but I didn't because I was so worried that he was sleeping for so long. Checked his breathing a countless number of times. I have definitely gotten over this. A sleeping baby equals a happy mommy and daddy. End of story. We soon learned that everything is kosher as long as the kid poos and pees accordingly. Oh and that his bowel movements are now pretty much brought up in every conversation we have, with anyone at anytime. Hawt.
• Sleep deprivation happened. It sucked. Crazy sucked. Nothing can prepare you for that. There were some middle of the night moments where I thought I might snap. Like legit crazy person snap. There were moments I wondered why I wanted to do this whole baby thing in the first place; wondered why anyone would voluntarily do this to themselves and their sanity? Or why babies couldn't just pop out as 3 year olds, all cute and cuddly, with their little people personalities and sleep trained? But then Leo would smile his gassy sleepy smile and my tears of frustration would turn into tears of happiness. There is nothing that warms the heart more than a sleepy smile, even when it's just gas. And then you know why you are doing this to yourself. For each and every one of those gassy sleepy smiles, and all the real lovey dovey smiles to come.
• I developed a love for feet that I never thought was possible. Leo's feet only of course. But still, feet be feet to this former foot phobe. I could kiss them repeatedly. I love them more than words could say.
• He explosive pooed on his Daddio. It was hilarious. (It has yet to happen to me, so I'm sure I won't find it quite as hilarious when I eat it).
• Big blue eyes, blonde blonde hair, length, chicken legs, cutest yawns. Perfection.
• In the beginning my days passed in TV show increments. The only way I knew what time it was when emerging from a "sleep when the baby sleeps" slumber, was based on what talk show or soap opera was on. The couch became the beginning of babydom temporary place of residence.
• Every piece of clothing I own has become milk stained. The glamours of breastfeeding (that's a whole other topic to cover by the by).
• We are going to give the kid a name complex. We named him Leo (pronounced Léo or Lei-o) but even we forget and call him the Leo of the Leonardo Dicaprio variety. Therefore, he's not even going to know what his own name is, as his own folks can't even keep that shiz in line. Yay us. When in doubt, attribute all transgressions to the aforementioned sleep deprivation.

The love overfloweth for mister Leo.