I am typing this post one-handed because the other hand is occupied by the sweetest thing in the entire world. Is there anything more relaxing and peaceful than a newborn? Despite the craziness that is life, right now, Curtis maintains one pace: eat, sleep.
In the presence of a newborn, I suddenly acquire patience. My world slows down a bit. I guess you could say newborns are my Xanax. I am not saying that I don't get anxious upon thinking about the rest of life, but when holding that tiny bundle of irresistible baby smells, and cuteness, the worries melt away.
I remember this feeling with Brock. Perhaps, it is due to being so out of whack and feeling the furthest thing from 'normal' while pregnant, that I suddenly feel 'right' when the baby finally arrives. I don't mind functioning in a constant state of slight exhaustion (though, I haven't had to really do that, because Curtis only wakes up once a night). I don't mind pausing what I am doing to feed him. For the 2nd time in my life, I don't mind being at someone else's service. I take comfort in knowing that I am just doing my best to raise a healthy, wonderful human being.
There are some differences with number two. With Brock, I felt like he was such a part of me, but now, 2 years later, I see he is completely his own person. So, when I look at Curtis, it is with more of a curiosity as to who he will become. Though I know he is part of me, I see him more as his own man. Already I can feel he is extremely laid-back, and that is exactly what our family needed. I think I speak for all three of us, when I say, I am love.