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.
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.