Natalie is one month old today. (Yesterday, now, since I am posting after midnight.)
(Oh, yeah! I survived one month!)
I had grand plans for a blog post– with photo!– of her milestone day. I thought I’d get her dressed up in a cute outfit and snap some adorable pictures of her, but it’s only been one month.
Do you know what one month looks like?
*One month looks like a month’s worth of laundry, both clean and dirty, waiting to be washed and/or put away. They are slowly creeping together, making it hard to distinguish between the two.
*One month looks like a perpetual sink full of dirty dishes.
*One month looks like toys and books scattered from room to room (thank you, Sam!).
*One month looks like Zombie Mom and no sleep.
*One month looks like a disheveled ponytail, no makeup, unshaven legs, and mismatched clothes (when pajamas won’t do).
*One month looks like a plain white onesie and some cell phone shots on Mom’s bed, rather than a picture in a cute outfit and the “real” camera.
One month is hard. One month is so, SO hard.
One month is worth it, though. One month is this face, peeking out at me from the folds of her swaddling blankets. It’s the rhythm of her sucking, and the way she reacts to hearing my voice. It’s the time we have together in the middle of the night, when no one else is awake. It’s the secrets I whisper to her, and the tears I cry that only she hears.
One month may not be perfect to anyone else, but it’s perfect for me.