Newborns are hard. This is my 4th baby, and it never gets easier. I guess you just get used to it. He just turned 3 months old. There are days that I want to lay in bed and do nothing. My house is a wreck, my laundry is piled to the ceiling, I don’t remember the last time since he was born that I got a real moment to myself. Some days I’m just begging for him to sleep longer than 20 minutes. I often catch myself wishing he was just a little bit older. Then I catch him scanning the room looking for me. I catch him following my every move as I walk by his swing or bouncy seat. He knows that if I would just pick him up, all his troubles would go away. I am his comfort. I am his safe place. I grabbed him today and as I stroked his sweet face, he just stared at me and smiled. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me. He finally fell asleep and I held him tight, knowing that one day it won’t be this way. He will get just a little older every day and I although I am so thankful to be able to watch him grow, I can’t help but let it break my mama heart a little bit. He is my last baby and from here on out, I’m making a conscious effort to enjoy it even more. I know he will always love me, but he may not always need me. Even when you seem tired, and worn down, just pick him up. You will get that “me” time one day. You will get to sleep in and do whatever you want, one day. Right now he needs you. You are his world and it goes by way faster than you can ever imagine.
Snippets of Grace 