I have a natural tendency to post about the things that bug me. Like having a restricted diet and dealing with the crappy hard parts of breastfeeding. That's not what this post is about.
Right now I have an incredibly beautiful sleeping baby on my chest who is making happy, smiley faces in her sleep. This is what makes all the 2am feedings, the screaming diaper changes, and the walking the floors trying to find that one position that releases the painful gas bubble worthwhile.
It is easy to forget how long it took to get here now that we're in the thick of the hazing ritual for new parents. And just how much I wanted this. People keep telling us that it only gets better from here and deep down I know that this part of babyhood is fleeting and really just a small part of our lives. Hell, some day I'll probably look back on this time fondly. For now, we suck it up and go on one day (hell, some times one *hour*) at a time.
I'm incredibly thankful that both Zoe & I are healthy, we're getting back on track with breastfeeding (hard as it may be) to get her the immune system & nutritive benefits, and that we've had such an outpouring of support & love from all our family and friends. Last but not least, this little girl has the best Daddy ever. I don't know where I'd be without him.
