Our 2 month old princess

Life with a baby is very different. When I was pregnant, people would always tell me “your life will never be the same,” and of course I knew that things would drastically change, but I don’t think I was ever fully prepared for the changes that took place. Obviously it changed in the fact that I am getting less sleep, my social life has been put on hold, and I am at the beck and call of my little princess who is now the boss of the household at all times. But, amidst all these changes that every new parent isn’t quite looking forward to, I’ve found that London has taught me some valuable life lessons. She has taught me to be more patient and understanding. At 2 am when she is crying because she is hungry and has a wet diaper, and I am thinking about how tired I am, my patience is tested. Instead of eating and falling back asleep, she is wide awake and I have to rock her for an hour just to make her drowsy enough to be able to put her down without fully waking her back up. Then at that moment when I place her head on the mattress of her crib and slowly pull my hand away and say “thank you lord, now I can go back to sleep,” her eyes pop back open, she begins to squirm and I have to repeat the process. Those are the moments that I am pushed to the limit, but somehow find the strength to get through it, kiss her on her chubby cheek and tell her I can’t imagine my life without her. But no matter my threshold of patience, there are those nights that I get so frustrated I have to walk away for a minute, or I have to throw the container of diaper wipes across the room…and that’s ok too. Nobody’s perfect. I’ve also learned that being more organized helps my sanity. There have been too many mornings that I’ve had to wake up 3 hours earlier than normal to get myself ready, get the baby ready, pack her diaper bag, get her and Frank in the car, and still be an hour late getting to my destination. Now, everything is set out and packed up the night before and I’ve got my routine down…but being organized with her stuff has made me more organized in other aspects of my life as well…and how can more organization in all areas of your life hurt anyone?? The most important thing I’ve learned or I guess acquired is a deeper love and respect for my friends and family. Those friends who have stopped by to visit, who call me up or email me to see how our family is doing, those that came to the hospital when she was born, or brought dinner over during those first few weeks, and those who have just been there for me for whatever I’ve needed have a more special place in my heart. The same goes with all of our family members that have helped in all possible ways. I’ve found a deeper love and respect for my husband who “tag teams” the night feedings even when he was working and I wasn’t, who feeds her and changes her without me asking him too, who loves to sit on the couch and hold her so they can watch TV together. I love and respect the father that he is and will continue to be…it amazes me to watch him with her. And I’ve also come to respect my mother more, which I didn’t think was possible. My mom is already an amazing woman whom I look up to in every way, but by becoming a mother myself and experiencing the troubles a new mother is faced with, I am amazed at how strong she was at my age when she was a single mother with a newborn and a toddler. She had no one there to take over when her patience ran thin. So now when my frustration sets in, I try to think about my mom in that situation and I come to realize that I too have the will to be strong because I am London’s mom and that is what she needs from me. It’s crazy how much I’ve grown, yet still remain the same since our angel was born two months ago. Happy 2 month old Birthday L-boogie :)

She loves to stick out her tongue.

Tiny toes

Daddy's hands

The cutest smile that melts your heart