Isabel Sonya was born with an impressive cone head on June 24, 2014 at 8:38pm. She was 1 week and 1 day overdue, and a beautiful 7 lbs, 9 oz. Bringing her into this world and the subsequent first week of her life have been the hardest things I’ve ever done.
Moving through a bit of a fog, day to day, diaper change to feeding, to burping, to feeding, to diaper change, to nap, I’m not sure I’ve fully come to terms with the drastic change in our lives. One day, we’re driving the dogs for a quick visit to the dog park and sitting up late watching movies on Netflix, waiting for a baby to come, and the next, any trip anywhere requires an extra 15 minutes so we can clumsily strap Isabel in her car seat, and late nights only happen because Isabel just dirtied yet another diaper and will need another good 20 minutes of feeding and half an hour of comforting before she’ll sleep for two hours, if I’m lucky.
People are very quick to tell new moms that it gets better. I’ve already seen the truth of this in small ways as we’ve settled into something that looks almost like a routine for night time feedings and diaper changes. I’ll be completely honest: I’m looking forward to it getting better and better and better. I’m looking forward to the day she really smiles at me, the night she sleeps through, the moment I realize she can hold her head up on her own. I know she’ll never be so tiny again; I know time will move fast and one day I’ll be wishing for these days back, so I’m doing my best to savour them through a haze of contented exhaustion and confusion, but I’m also looking forward to the days ahead and all the changes I know are on their way.
I can’t wait to meet the person she is to become.