Somebody's Mama

It has been one month since my son was born. 33 days to be exact. His birth was something that I have yet to fully process, considering he was born at home, unassisted and 2 days early. The midwife denied my own pre-maternal instinct...I knew my son was coming. We had developed a psychic prenatal connection and when it was time, we both knew and nothing could stop our beautiful, perilous journey. But that's another post for another day.

I still have yet to wrap my mind around the fact that I am this child's mother. Every morning when I wake up and see his little face peacefully snuggled close to my breast, I am dumbfounded. How did I get here? What do I do? I am not always as patient as I should be, who would be after screaming car rides, hour long comfort nursing and waking up 3 or 4 times a night to nurse a fussy, active newborn? Yet in still, I can't bear the thought of not seeing his smile upon waking and kissing his cheek, nuzzling my nose in the folds of his soft brown skin.

My husband and I cannot imagine what our life was like before him. He has completely changed our world for the better. Things are different, things are hard, things will never be the same. But if this is motherhood, I'm ready for the challenge. I am so thankful that I was chosen to be somebody's mama.