I am a parent.
The craziest part of all this is how natural and normal it seems. It’s like “of course I have a baby, duh!”
So far things have been easier than I made them in my head. Not that they’ve been easy. I am tired AF and there are times when she just cries her little head off and I get overwhelmed, but for the most part figuring out why she’s crying is solved by a diaper change or a feeding.
Things are good in the Aid household. The wife and baby (and dog and cat) are currently sleeping while caffeinated Mason stays up to get some writing done. I tend to get more sleep at night than the wife does now though. Especially now that Squish settles down after feedings more easily.
Being a parent is a beautiful thing. And I know it will only get harder (in different ways) from here. This is a journey and I am working to enjoy the experience. I am coveting the time I get with her now while I’m at home before I go back to work (4 weeks is NOT very long in the grand scheme of things. I cherish the moments she lays on my chests and sleeps. The cuddle time, the sheer dependence. I may have cried yesterday because I realized she is a week old, which means I only have three more weeks exclusively at home with her.
She sleeps with her hands raised over her head, as though signaling a touchdown. It is the cutest thing. And her cheeks are so so squishy and perfect and she is amazing. My heart is bigger than I ever thought it could be and I am in awe of this beautiful person my wife created.
We are bigger than just ourselves. There is more to this world than us. Make a change. Do something kind. These little things change the world.