I sincerely wish that I had kept my blog updated through my pregnancy, up until now. Since I can't go back and do this, I'm going to have to give the short version...the REALLY short version.
Pregnancy was hard. I ended up with cracked ribs, and by the end of it, I was completely miserable. Huge and miserable. Since I'm so tiny, they had to take our son via cesarean on May 3rd, four weeks before my due date. Justin and I named him William Michael Sommercorn. We call him Liam for short. I had no idea what to expect when I first saw him. I was constantly worried that the instant love people talk about wouldn't be there. I was afraid that I wouldn't feel connected to him. That fear dissipated the moment that they pulled the sheet down enough for me to see his tiny little body and face. I was in love. A completely new kind of love. Because of his premature delivery, and my brittle bones disease, he (and Justin) were whisked away in the blink of an eye, as I lay there in awe....
The instant is eyes met mine I knew that he was healthy, and that we knew each other. He was mine, and he was finally here. Unfortunately, he was in the NICU for 19 excruciating days. It was after that, that the real adventure began.
Through all the sleepless nights, tears and struggles, I love him more each day. He's got a great temperament, very smiley, never complaining unless he's got a reason. I'm lucky. Justin is a great, hands on father. Still, the majority of the child rearing is on my shoulders, and it is extremely daunting most of the time. I'm not a fan of making mistakes. And I know that I will.
Right now, we're enjoying the wonderful up all night teething experience. I had Liam on a wonderful bedtime schedule until a few days ago. He's currently resting right by my side, so that I don't have to go back and forth all night, soothing him..
Well, that's my life as a mom. The short end of it anyways. It's the hardest job in the world, but I believe it's the best. I couldn't ask for a better partner to be with me along this journey.
There's just no love like it is there Leah...
ReplyDeleteKeep writing. It's in your bones.
Love,
Mom