Right now, there is nothing that Jack could do to make me angry. He can wake up as many times as he wants to in the middle of the night and I will happily (sleepily) feed him. If you read yesterday's post, you know that I've already been spit up on, pooped on, and peed on...many times in these short 3 weeks. Did I get frustrated, angry, or lose my patience? Of course not! When I have those beautiful big eyes staring back at me, happy and grateful are the only feelings that I know.
I do realize that those long days are ahead-those days when I am counting down the minutes to nap time and having to correct Jack for the same things over and over again.
There are a few things that I hope I can remember on those days, moments that I want to be able to look back on to keep things in perspective:
- The first time I laid eyes on my precious boy and my heart melted out of my chest
- Waking up the next morning and realizing that the cute little boy sleeping in his bassinet was mine
- The first time I saw him smile
- The first time he gripped my finger
- The way I felt when Jack locked eyes with mine for the first time and I knew he could actually see me
- Jack's first bath
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I am holding on tight to all of these sweet moments.
