Six months of little G
I can’t believe it’s been nearly six months since the little guy came into our lives! And what a six months its been! Exhausting and exhilarating, a whole slew of new challenges and problems, bliss and joy, and fun and games.
I know this post is starting to sound like the last one, with these long list of dichotomies. Whenever I sit down to think and write about my time as a mom, and how our lives have changed, I find its easy to complain and gush at the same time. Either G hasn’t been the easiest of babies, or Mark and I are two over-enthused parents, or maybe a little of both.
Either way, I could list so many problems: early health problems, lots of colic, low milk supply for mom, G’s allergy to cow’s milk formulas, and his inability to sleep anywhere but on Mark’s chest. And I could list so many blessings: G’s expressive faces, his infectious laugh, his unique and loving personality (already!), the fun we’ve had playing baby games, and sleeping afternoons away snuggled and nursing the sweetest baby in the world.
It seems like nothing in the world of parenting is half-way or eased-into. Mark and I have thrown ourselves at the task; head, heart, and mind fully committed and fully involved. We both feel that this is the hardest thing we have ever done, and is worth every ounce of effort.
Mark and I are the kind of people who enjoy adventure, challenge and, yes, even hardship. We believe that you learn more about yourself and your world when you face your fears and try something new and outside of your comfort zone. And yes, having G was, and continues to be, terrifying and uncomfortable, and beautiful and amazing.
This is life worth living every minute….
