I keep finding myself lost for words when I stop and realize my baby boy will be *4* in November. I don't know why 4 is so much more intense than three, but it is. Then I stumbled over this while looking through a (primarily blank) journal tonight. My nursing log for #wryterpillar the first week or so of his life. I don't know for a fact, but I would bet money on it, that the person who came up with "all the feels" is very much a MAMA. Four. How does that happen? Four years is a high school education. All of college. Most of elementary school. And when I break that down and multiply it in my head I know he'll be wearing a cap and gown in no time. So for now, this moment, I trace over the numbers on this page and replay the ecstatic, exhausting moments I lived in every scribble of memory placed here. #newborn #aroundtheclock #breastfeeding #bliss #happiesthours #sacredlove (Also, I'll never forget bringing this to Wry's 4-day check up. Our pediatrician barely glanced at it. We couldn't believe it. "But it's so important!", we thought... Well he'd gotten to his birth weight + half a pound so she didn't bat an eye. Forever thankful for the nutrients my body made for my baby, sans logs, sans measurements, because I know it isn't so easy for everyone. But TRUST and a full faith in my body, beyond what I could see, helped so much. Our bodies are truly #divine. Needless to say... We didn't do anymore logs after this, butter ball gained 1lb- .5lb/week until he was 1 & walking 😍)
