Breastfeeding

Alaise is 1 month old today.  It's incredible.  It's unbelievable.  Did 1 month really go by since I gave birth?  It's really difficult to comprehend.  I'm afraid that I'm going to blink and next thing I know, her 18th birthday will be here.  She is absolutely precious, I love her, I kiss her everywhere, I hug her, rock her, comfort her, whisper in her ears, and just adore her.

I was reading someone else's blog and came across this and it warms and breaks my heart at the same time...

*But for now I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
*But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
*So quiet down, cobwebs.  Dust, go to sleep.
*I'm rocking my baby.  Babies don't keep.

Alaise is 1 week old.  It's pretty unreal.  As I watch her sleep next to me (although, it took 2 hours of trying to figure out whether she wanted more food or what it was she wanted!), I can't believe she's been mine for a whole week.  My husband, who has been absolutely wonderful through this whole experience, asked me today, "How's motherhood?

I think motherhood hasn't really hit me yet.  I feed her and take care of her, but to be 100% honest, I haven't had the "How did I live without you?" or "I've been waiting for you my whole life!" kind of emotion that others say they feel.  I expected to be a changed/different person, but I'm still me, and I don't feel any different, except for the love for this little person.  Maybe things just haven't hit me yet?  I dunno.