I’ve been Grant’s mom for 100 days as of today. Feels serendipitous coinciding with the last day of 2021. These have been the happiest and hardest 100 days of my life. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Can’t wait to see what new joys and challenges 2022 brings us. ❤️
*Not pictured here with the cuteness and smiles: the postpartum anxiety, the new pains in my new body, the pumping at 2 am while Brendon fed me cheese and crackers because that’s all I could keep down; the 3 am, 5 am texts with fellow new moms, my sister in law driving two hours to come take care of me while I struggled, my mom coming over every day for a few weeks and doing all my shopping, my sister helping me clean. Taking 3 mile walks just to get out of the house and break up the day. Googling “will i ever sleep again?” along with a million “is it normal for my newborn to…” The list goes on. Watching these moving images back, I can hear all the laughing in the background. And it makes me happy to remember that there were more times we laughed than times we cried.















