I only blogged once after we found out I was pregnant. I'm really regretting that now; I had so many adventures, and now they are just memories, growing foggier by the minute. I was so tired that blogging just didn't occur to me. I'm going to get back into the habit now. I really miss the writing. Plus, when you are blogging, you start looking at your life differently, paying more attention to details that would make for a humorous story.
My Cole is 3 months old now. Those first couple of months were such a blur, I barely remember him as a newly-born newborn. I always thought that the actual delivery was the hard part; being a mom just comes naturally. I was definitely proved wrong. I cried every day for 6 weeks; The light at the end of the tunnel was off. All I could see was hours and hours of a crying child who constantly wanted to eat. I was too tired to sleep, too sore to move. Getting out of the house was a dream too far away to be realized...
As Cole got older, I learned his cries. Now, when someone tells me, "He's hungry dear, you need to feed him" I know if they are right, or if I need to just pretend they are right, so as to not hurt their feelings. Because I know Cole's hungry cry. I also know that when he is fussing and rubbing his eyes, he's sleepy. When he has a finger (or 3) in his mouth and is chewing on them, he's teething. I know when he needs to be put down to play by himself, and I know when he is crying just for the attention. I know that, while a dirty diaper doesn't usually bother him, a sure-fire way to make him laugh is to change him. And, finally, I know that when he smiles at me, he's seeing Me, Superwoman, Mother Extraordinaire, Supplier of Milk, and the One who is always There. I like my role.
