Those first few weeks of having a newborn are so incredibly moving, transformational and let’s be real, exhausting. You look forward to having a child for months (and sometimes years), and then all of the sudden you are thrown into the world of being a parent. And you leave the hospital with a tiny human buckled in a ball in a cumbersome carseat, and you walk through the doors secretly feeling like you shouldn’t be leaving without a manual or possibly a live-in nanny to help guide you along the way.
Having a baby was the best thing I ever did, however it has also been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. My sons are nocturnal. Still are (please tell me there is hope). Knowing all of explosive diapers I will have to look forward to, all of the midnight cries, all of the walking around restaurants while everyone else eats without a fussy baby at the table–I wouldn’t change a thing.
Kensie is so wise beyond her years. She and I spoke of how you don’t really know what love is until you have a child. She smiled down at her sweet 7-day-old and said, “It really puts things into perspective. You think you know what love is…but you don’t until you have a baby.”
I couldn’t say it better myself. And you guys just wait. The best is yet to come!
Congrats, Andrew and Kensie! She is PERFECT!
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