Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Happy Birthday, Baby

My sweet, sweet boy turns one tomorrow. The idea of this is kind of blowing my mind.

How is it possible that an entire year has passed since I lay in that hospital bed, blissed out with my squishy, warm, heavenly baby? I took one look at his perfectly innocent, sweet face (well, the first look that I really remember after I came out of my doped up c-section trauma) and realized that I knew both everything and nothing about this little being and how to take care of him. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

Let's be real. I won't pretend baby poop doesn't stink. This first year hasn't been all mommy glow and baby bliss. Having a newborn is a grueling exercise in physical torture. I never knew you could feel fatigue in your bones like that. There are the whiny days, when the baby is just "off" and cranky, and you feel like calling the funny farm to see if they can send a car service for pickup. And I definitely think I have become a little bit dumber over the past year. I forget details, leave small objects in public places (two weeks ago I bought a pair of gloves at Target and lost them while doing errands the very next day) and am the least informed about world events as I've ever been.

But, oh. The joy. The heaven-on-earth that is your baby's laugh over a face you just made. The feeling of his warm head burrowed in the side of your neck -- the pride that you are the mother he needs you to be. Watching the milestones unfold before your eyes like a story you know has been told before, but is somehow full of new magic at that very moment. There have been many, many times throughout this year when I've looked around and thought that I must be getting away with something, I must have the best-kept secret, to have this be the way I'm spending my days.

Tonight, I feel gratitude. For the amazing doctors who helped me believe in the power of my dream of parenthood and deliver the medicine we needed to see it through. For the strength I somehow found, time and again, to keep hitting my head against the wall when nothing could guarantee me that it would end well. For all of my amazing blogger and IRL friends for cheering me on, and for never laughing at me when I asked stupid, rookie-mom questions. And most of all, for this delightful, miraculous, spirited child who has turned my life upside down in all the ways I'd hoped.

8 comments:

mummydr said...

Happy Birthday, what a wonderful milestone, sigh they grow up way too fast. I hop you all enjoy the day.

sprogblogger said...

What a lovely post. I feel that way too - like I'm getting away with something. Happy birthday, baby, indeed.

anofferingoflove said...

ohmygoodness! i cant believe he is ONE already!! how did that happen?! happy birthday sweet boy! :)

this was a lovely post!

Trinity said...

Happy Birthday, H! :) This is such a sweet post,and I just love this:

"There have been many, many times throughout this year when I've looked around and thought that I must be getting away with something, I must have the best-kept secret, to have this be the way I'm spending my days."

Ah, so, so awesomely true. :)

Frenchie said...

It goes so fast!! Happy Birthday sweet boy!

Jamie said...

Happy birthday!

That first year is amazing, isn't it? Part amazingly great and part amazingly horrifying.

And in the end, you only REALLY remember the amazingly great parts.

rescogitatae said...

Happy (belated) Birthday, H!

Wonderful post, Egg. I'll hang onto it when my panic over what we are about to do to our wonderful lives kicks in again.
T.

birdsandsquirrels said...

Happy birthday to H! This is a great post. I can feel your happiness coming through the screen of my laptop. I'm so happy for you, and I can so relate to those same feelings.

 
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