Liam was eight weeks old yesterday! It’s hard to believe it has already been two months since I pushed this tiny person (though he didn’t feel so tiny at the time) out into this world. I keep thinking about our stay in the hospital and how new and scary and exciting everything was. I realized that with all my preparation and experience with others’ children, I had no clue how to take care of this helpless, crying, amazing little creature in front of me…at least I thought I didn’t. It seemed like I would never get the hang of it and I was doomed to be an anxious and nervous new mother for the next 18 years eternity.
Now, only 8 weeks later, I can barely remember what it was like to not have Liam. While I am of course still nervous about a lot of things, others come so naturally that I can’t believe I ever worried about them in the first place. For one, I no longer worry I will break him every time I pick him up. I’m also much more confident in my ability to soothe him. I no longer frantically jump from one possible solution to another only to tear my hair out in the end when nothing works. Yes, I can finally enjoy my baby and enjoy being a confident new mother!
Liam sure helps. He is calming down a lot and getting so big already! Here he is holding his big baby head up like a pro yesterday…
Go Liam!
