The idea that a month has nearly passed with my new baby is completely beyond me. All the cliches about how quickly time goes by don’t even do justice to the speed of this last month. I’m trying so hard to slow down and appreciate the fleeting moments that come and go, but I’ll never have enough pictures to feel like I’ll remember this time sufficiently.
The first week was a haze of emotions and hormones and mixed up days and nights. My son was born in the middle of the night, so we missed an entire night of sleep and spent the next day mostly asleep. We all had a difficult time getting back to our regular sleep schedule, but with nowhere to go and my husband home with us, the nights turned into days that turned into nights, and a week had passed like one long day.
The second week was a social event of people coming and going with arms carrying meals they would drop off, so their arms would be available to hold a tiny new baby. We had a run of guests that most likely made us the most social we had been since before having kids. Of course, these were all invited and welcomed visitors, courteous visitors who would always ask first and double check that it was OK that they come by, generous visitors who left more than we needed and cleaned up while they were here. I loved spending the week celebrating with everyone, but then of course, the week was gone too fast.
My mom came and spent the third week with us. She entertained the girls, helped with Roland, made us meals and did the dishes. We threw a joint birthday party for my daughters, and it was nice to have the extra help. I mostly appreciated the extra time I got to spend sleeping in with my baby boy and spending time with him without the distraction of his sisters (who were too busy having fun with grandma to notice either Roland or me).
And here we are, one month after Roland joined our family. We are slowly slipping back into a routine, and while I feel the urge to check all the things off the list, there’s a stronger part of me who is unwilling to rush this time with anything unnecessary. I will linger longer with a baby in my arms in the morning before setting him down to make breakfast. The laundry stays in the baskets, and if it gets folded, it doesn’t always get put away. I’m not concerned with tidying when the girls will immediately bring their toys back out to where they can play with them near their brother. The first days turned into a month that I know will turn into a year. While I have anxiety about how fast they grow and change at this stage, I do know that the moments that are to come will be no less precious than the ones that have passed.