BOOBS. BOOBS. BOOBS.

Great day yesterday! Spent with family and I was even able to watch 5 innings of Joshua pitching an awesome game. He was seriously amazing. Just what I needed....fresh air and a good baseball game.
Anthony and Madeline are off to watch his game today, hopefully he does just as well.

BOOBS. BOOBS. BOOBS. I forgot that is all a newborn wants...and that's pretty much all you do for the first few weeks. I also forgot that I'm a crazy milk producing machine. [[moooo.]] It's funny how many things you forget about the newborn stage...like how many diapers you actually go through, especially in the middle of the night. And how you can wake up with a nursing baby in your arms and not even remember getting them out of the bassinet. The way a pacifier dropping out of the baby's mouth can wake you from a dead sleep..so you can put it back before they realize. How you jump up when you hear them breathe funny, just to make sure they're ok. Their ability to melt your heart at 3am like no one else. The way your husband jumps up like a manic to make sure everything is ok....oh, that's only mine that jumps up in a panic like something is wrong every hour?? How two hours of consecutive sleep feels like an accomplishment. How quickly you can run out of things to read on all your social networks while you're awake nursing. Oh, and how about when you jump out of the shower 4 times because you think you hear the baby crying?
You also forget how strong a mother's body is. We can function on zero sleep and no one would ever know it. Our nipples hurt from the constant nursing, yet we continue to nourish. We put our "labor" pain in the back of our minds and are up functioning two days after major surgery. We make sure our family is taken care of and not thrown off course even with all of the change that happens when welcoming a new family member. Our appearance is put on hold....except maybe when visitors are coming over...and our husbands still see all of our beauty. We are able to divide our love equally among all of our children and still make our husbands feel loved.
Women are amazing beings. Not trying to toot my own horn, I'm talking about all of us, or most of us. Every woman that gives their all for the well being of their family. Any woman can birth a child and be called a mother. It takes a truly astonishing woman to be a caring, comforting Mommy.

This was supposed to be a funny post...all these hormones have me taking a more serious tone to things lately.