A Breath of Fresh Air

My son is officially 4 months old and I’ve finally taken a breath.

Since I last wrote in August, my life has done a 180.

Everyone said that would happen but of course I couldn’t truly understand it until I experienced it firsthand. While my life did a complete 180, I find myself on the other side of it - standing on two feet and genuinely the happiest I’ve ever been.

I anticipated the drastic change but did not expect things to slowly return to a new normal. The intensity and overwhelm of being a new mom and physically recovering from pregnancy and childbirth have tapered off and now I find myself at a steady pace in this new life.

I am finding my rhythm again in my work.

I am working with new clients.

My son is finally enjoying daycare.

We have come out on the other side of having a newborn and are enjoying this new phase of life together as a family of three. The “amnesia” every mother talks about experiencing has kicked in and thoughts of, “That wasn’t so bad!” are now more prevalent than the raw memories of a difficult delivery.

Most importantly, my family is happy and healthy.

Thank you, God.

Breathe in, breathe out.