Later in the day I was on the phone with Kem. We were discussing pain levels during labor and delivery. I can't remember it even hurting. I know it did. I just don't remember it.
And now the little guy is starting to sleep longer at night. He's starting to smile and coo. And I'm already starting to forget how just two weeks ago I felt like I was going to lose it if I didn't get some sleep. How I spent the days feeling half-robot and half-zombie, trying to remind myself of all the times I had prayed (hard) for the opportunity to change diapers and to breast feed a baby.
Funny how our brains let it all go.
I imagine if it hung onto it all the world would be a much less populated place.
But maybe not, because I wouldn't trade this little boy for anything. I am positively, absolutely deeper in a love than I could have ever imagined. Already I am feeling sad that I had to pack all his newborn clothes away this week.
Everyone says to enjoy it.
And that is exactly what I'm doing.
Every minute of it.