Confessions of a New Mama

Seven weeks ago today Cruz was born. Crazy, I know. The last seven weeks of pregnancy were loooong, let me tell you. So were the first seven. And the seven after that. I wish these weeks would slow down to the same pace! For me, these seven weeks have been packed full of learning; learning about baby and learning about me.

I can put on all of my make-up with one hand. Except eyeliner. If you invent a one-handed eyeliner, I guarantee you'll make millions.

If I am nursing at 3am and decide to watch TV in order to stay awake, it is guaranteed that I will buy whatever you are selling on your infomercial.

If one website says that 7 week old babies should be working on a developmental milestone that three other sites haven't mentioned, I will spend the next few days working on it, before remembering that this will turn me into a crazy person.

This is the most consistent I've ever been about reading Scripture. We are through the book of John and most of Romans. 

I kind of like the smell of baby poop.

I love talking to Cruz in Portuguese. However, I am only consistent with about 10 phrases. Cruz will know how to identify members of the family and order food in a restaurant.

Psalm 139 reduces me to tears.

I have the attention span of a seven year old boy. 

Giving birth was exhausting, fast, and early. While it eventually came, I did not feel that initial rush of love that I had been expecting. I felt insanely guilty over this until I started talking to other new mamas who had felt the same way and remembered to give myself the grace to have my own Mama experience. 

I wish there was some sort of headband that boy babies could wear. 

Cruz, I cannot believe how much you've taught me in the last weeks. Baby Boy, you are a joy and a blessing. Happy Seven Weeks Old!