12 weeks and counting

The last 12 weeks of my life have been the best that I've ever experienced.  I never knew that I would love motherhood so much, especially since I was the one that everyone thought would never have children.  I didn't really think I would ever have kids either because for a long I didn't think I would be with Cory.  I only saw myself having babies with Cory -- which I'm really glad I did!
**Just so my friends know, I haven't spanked Oaks yet.

12 weeks ago I began to look at life completely different.  Everything is scary now, every cough, sneeze, or gag.  I see myself different as a person who was able to create such a miracle and grow something so tiny in my body.  (How do people not believe in God?)  I no longer see Cory as just my husband but a father to our precious child.  Our relationship has also changed since Oaks has been here, I truly feel that our house is now full of love.  I heard from other parents about their middle of the night fights, the issues that begin when you have a newborn and you are sleep deprived - thankfully, we have become even more patient and helpful with each other.  I've only wanted to knock him out a few hundred times.

During the past 12 weeks I have prayed for pee, poop, burps, farts, and weight gain.  I have been peed on, pooped on***, and spit up on.  I have changed a lot of diapers, given many baths, changed 1000's of outfits, and ever so carefully cut his little fingernails.  I have had to hold by baby while they took his blood not once but twice.  I had to help strap him in a chest xray and watch my sweet baby scream.  Cory had to hold his tiny little hands just the other day as he got his shots, which I think hurt me way worse than they hurt him.  We have laughed together and cried together.

During the past 12 weeks milk has been one of the most important thing on my mind.  How much milk do I have the refrigerator, how much did I pump this last time, do I have enough milk for his bottles for school...... milk, Milk, MILK! I have become pretty obsessed with breastfeeding but I will save all of that for another post.

The past 12 weeks have been far beyond amazing.  Every morning I'm so anxious for Oaks to wake up so I can see him, talk to him, and get him to smile and laugh.  Last week I got to daycare and he was crying and when I took him from his teacher, he stopped.  That was a proud Mom moment and I really like those.  I never really imagined that I could be so happy, be so in love, and be so content with how my life is now.

Praise the Lord for his Blessings!


***This week Oaks was constipated and a little fussy.  I took a bath with him, which I know one day he will hate me for but who cares, I'm in charge now.  Anyway, he was playing and loving his bath and then boom - poop!  Yes, poop in the water that I was in.... and I didn't even get upset.  I was so excited he finally pooped that I didn't care I was bathing in feces.  Needless to say, we got out, I took a shower to rinse it off and cleaned the bathtub but I was one happy Mom for just being pooped on.