It has taken me a while to blog these because my mind and heart have the hardest time deciding how to verbalize new parenthood.
Sometimes the words come and they flow and they feel. Those are usually my heart talking. Taking note of the wrinkly fingers and fresh smell. Tiny breaths, new voices, snoozes on your chest, and countless twitches. The continuous marvel.
And then my mind remembers the grogginess and feeling like a fish out of water. Learning my mother's instinct through trial and error. Lots and lots of error. I feel the stress and worry and pleaseohpleasetellmeillgettosleepsoon.
All the thoughts are there, and it makes the most sense when I let them live together. The bad making the good better, and the good simply being good.