Sleep

For the last two nights, Joshua had a stretch of sleep lasting 4 hours. It made a big difference in how I feel physically to be able to get the longer stretch of sleep. It felt so refreshing to be able to sleep for 4 hours straight! It also enabled me to get out for our morning walks with a little more energy, and be more willing to walk up the steep hill from the beach. I’m determined to lose the weight gained from the pregnancy!

The little amount of sleep I got in the last 5 weeks has not taken away any of the joy of having my baby here with me. I still look at him sometimes and cry because I’m so moved by his beauty.

The view at Kitsilano beach:

This BMW is all decked out for Christmas:

Daddy fell asleep on the couch with Joshua:

I love being a mom

Before Joshua came, I had a vague idea of what it would be like to be a mom. I knew that for the first few months, it would be just endless feedings and diapers. As my boss describes it, it is “mind numbing work”. I thought that I would feel like a cow, constantly being demanded to produce milk to feed the baby.

However, nothing can be further from the truth. I LOVE every moment of being a mom for the last 11 days. Yes, there are lots of feedings and diaper changes, lots of pain, fear, frustration and guilt. But all that means nothing when I look at Joshua’s beautiful face. He is clearly a gift from God; something that I do not deserve.

I am addicted to looking at him. Even though I know I should sleep when he is sleeping so I can get some rest, but sometimes I’d rather stay awake and stare at his face.

People complain about the sleepless nights when a newborn. Sure, it can be tiring. But when else would you experience something so precious? What is the big deal of trading off a few hours of sleep? I am sure I will miss this time when one day he does not need or want all this attention from me anymore.

I love it when he looks up at me with his inquisitive eyes. He seems so mature, and so ready to tell me how everything works. I love it when he makes little happy noises when he is feeding, or when he is getting his hair washed. Boy, I don’t know any baby that likes his hair washed this much!

I love holding him in my arms, or putting his little head against my chest, or watching him inch towards me on the couch. I love watching him sleep. I love looking at his toothless gum when he cries. I love watching him pucker up his little lips. I love every little body part on him, especially his little feet.

11 days have gone by so fast. He’s already getting so big!