They’re fleeting, those first few weeks.
A baby is born, and for a short while time stands still.
And then it speeds up…
That first 24 hours, you stare in wonder, heart about to burst with the deepest of loves. You don’t want to blink, much less get any of the sleep you so desperately need, because you just want to soak up every, single, solitary, moment.
That first week goes by in a blur of exhausted emotions, feedings, diaper changes, and whatever minutes of sleep you can get.
Sleep when the baby sleeps, they say, but we all know that’s easier said than done. Can I get an Amen?
Before you know it, another week is flying by. You’re so in love, and it’s a good thing, because you are sooo tired you can barely see straight or form an intelligible sentence. If anyone or anything else were responsible for your complete and utter exhaustion, they would be the object of your wrath. But not baby. All it takes is a hint of that new baby smell, or the soft sound of those little baby hiccups, and, yawning, you melt in love all over again. All is forgiven.
As the third week ticks by, you know the newborn period is almost over. You can feel it slipping away as you wish time would just slow down for a while. You take 1,001 pictures with your camera and somewhere around eleventy-billion with your mind’s eye, making sure to document every look, every soft feature. You take video, thankful to have a smartphone (Yay, technology!), trying to capture the first coos and smiles, and those adorable yawns and stretches. You know that all-too-soon your baby will be outgrowing the first tiny little outfits, and all you will have of baby’s first few weeks are those pictures, videos, and memories.
Week four comes at you like a bully threatening to pop the bubble of newborn perfection you’ve been basking in. You can see subtle changes in baby’s look already, that distinctly newborn look has begun to fade away into the look of a growing little girl or boy. You hold baby, breathing in his or her scent, squeezing tight as though if you could only hold on tight enough you could keep things just as they are in that moment, embracing perfection, again wishing for time to stand still, for at least a little while longer…
And then, before you know it, all too soon, baby’s first month is officially in the books. Those first few weeks have come and gone, and you think back on the moments, vowing to cherish and live fully in each and every day as it comes, because life just keeps on moving, and you know, already, that one day you’re going to miss this so much…