The day Everett was born, his personality was foreshadowed in more ways than one.
He did not cry much—even at delivery—the nurses couldn’t believe it and called him an extremely calm and happy baby.
The second he was placed on my chest he latched on—a sign he was intuitive (and would love to snuggle his mama).
And finally, he grew more precious with each minute he spent on earth—in my own biased opinion, that has yet to change.
It was the best day in the world. I will never forget that car ride up to the hospital. I was experiencing excruciating labor pains, but there was a strange calmness, as Cory and I were both so excited to meet our little one. There was something kind of special about spending those last moments together, just the two of us.
Everett has evolved our lives, and our marriage, in so many ways in just three months. I feel complete. I have never loved anything so much as I love my boys. Cory is the best dad, just like I knew he would be. He loves our little buddy more every day. I love when he comes home from work and rushes to hug us both. I feel like there’s always something new to tell him that Everett started doing each day.
I can’t thank Ev enough for being such a sweet little guy. He allows me to work from home, get out of the house when I need to, and maintain my relationships, all the while sticking by my side with a smile on his face. On a daily basis, I find myself asking, “Where has the time gone?” Between feeding and changing him, tummy time, reading, naps, housework and snuggles, I often don’t keep track of the hour. There are days when I have so much to do from busy photo weeks that I don’t know how to possibly keep it together, while still giving Everett all of my attention. But each day is a new opportunity to grow as a mother and a person, and to figure it out along the way. Some things, like writing this post, just have to wait until he falls asleep at night.
Although there are certainly days more challenging than others, in the grand scheme of it all, it doesn’t matter because he fills us up with so much love. I make mistakes everyday, but I try my best to learn from them.
Motherhood is resplendent. It’s not that I’ve left behind who I was before, it’s more of a beautifully chaotic process of growing into the person I’ve always been meant to be.
Balance is key…I know a healthy mama makes a healthy baby. I have struggles, as we all do, but he is my motivation to be the best version of myself I can be. Each and every day, there is nothing more satisfying than knowing I am his livelihood–especially when he is happy. Watching a big smile spread across the face of someone I love so much is immeasurably rewarding.
We have an unbelievable support system. Our parents and grandparents live close, and can be at our side to help, answer questions and guide us whenever we need. Our siblings and friends are a huge help, too.
I’ve said it before and I will say it again now, I love to make Everett a part of my world. I don’t want to shield him from the goodness of the great outdoors, regular outings, new cities, new faces, or new places. He may be a little guy, but he is ever-learning to comprehend his surroundings.
If I can show my son anything about the world, it will be how beautiful the earth is if he keeps his mind open. I think he will have his father’s heart of gold. In fact, I can see he already does.
Moreover, I hope E can learn as much from us as we learn from him with each new day that has come and gone in the last twelve weeks.