This post will be short and sweet. Frankly, I’m exhausted. You’re exhausted. Your Yaya, who has been taking care of you all week, is exhausted. After five blissful weeks with you, I returned to teaching this week. It was easy to fall back into my routine at school. It was easy to hug my students and tell them stories about you. But, it was not easy to leave you. Not easy at all. Not physically. Mentally. Emotionally.
I stayed home sick today. Actually, I almost had to go to urgent care last night, as I’ve developed a nasty case of mastitis. Instead, my midwife prescribed antibiotics today, and I snuggled in bed with you while trying to fight the infection and my ensuing fever. It feels like I have the flu, and I can understand why it would be easy to give up nursing. This is horribly painful. Still, you are worth it.
You smiled at me this week. You cooed at me this week. Your eyes little up and your dimples appeared as I kissed you. You can’t even imagine what an amazing feeling that is as a mother to have your baby recognize and respond to you. Oh, I’m over the moon.
Before your Daddy left for his two-week, out-of-state petroleum engineering course on Monday, we were able to celebrate our first Mother’s Day. It was weird…being part of this celebration. My heart still aches for all of my dear friends – online and otherwise – who mourn this day. Still, this new season that the Lord has us in is to find joy in your little life. And find joy we do! Saturday morning we took you to Snooze cafe in Boulder where all the passerbyes oohed and ahhed over you. Sunday we joined friends at Mosaic church and then picked up take-out from Carabbas for lunch. Your daddy made me feel so special.
I love you, Abigail. You are a wonderful, six-weeks-old and each day is an adventure. Each day is a gift. YOU are a gift.
Your Very Tired Mama