Lyla's birthday is coming up and I'm getting emotional about it. A year ago I was due and a year ago I held my tiny baby in my arms for the first time. She’s gotten so big since and her personality blossoms every day. How things have changed!
Birth is a vulnerable thing so looking back on how that exhausting time opened my heart to a tiny little soul brings tears to my eyes. My thoughtful midwives sent Lyla a birthday card in the mail today and it just brought waves of memories back.
But some of those tears are memories of hard times. 9 or 10 months ago if you’d suggested the year would go by quickly I’d have thrown something at you. The first four months dragged by and it wasn’t until 6 months that I felt I was enjoying motherhood. The nights were long and some days seemed even longer as I spent hours trying to rock my sobbing child, begging the clock to go faster and bring my husband home.
There were good moments too: baby coos, first smiles and giggles, early crawling and climbing, watching as Lyla gradually let herself be known in this world. It’s been fun to see her develop at her own pace and show us her interests. I feel honored to be her safe place where she wants to find refuge. I still love every cuddle and nursing session that we have.
Motherhood is the hardest thing I have ever done and this season of patience and sacrifice isn’t one I always embrace willingly but I do know that I love my little girl with all my heart. I can’t believe we made it. One year down, many to go.
To all the mothers out there: enjoy what you can, endure what you have to, and ask for help at every turn. So far what they say is true - the days go by slowly but the years go by quickly. It’s a little sad that my sweet girl will never be so tiny and dependent again, yet on the other hand I’m excited to see what the next few years bring.
Lyla-bug, I love you my baby girl. You will always be the one who made me a mother.