First Night Out

Today, on my son's one month birthday, I left for the longest stretch since his birth. I won tickets to a concert, and at my wonderful husband's prompting, went out. New things discovered: dad and son can handle being without mom for four hours (sad but reassuring), and loud vibrating concert speakers can do weird things to a nursing mom.

This first month has been both wonderful and challenging. Constant interrupted sleep, leaky diapers, spit up and crying at the very moment you thought you had time to accomplish something, sore mommy, and sour milk smells. But recently Austin starting responding to my "oh" with mimicking cooing sounds. He recognizes our voices and I'm convinced that not all his smiling is from gas, or other various bodily movements (the spitting up has my Hubby in a tivvy, while the free urination with diaper off makes us laugh).

So though I dread the changes in our day once I go back to work, I know God will walk with us each tiring day to remind us that He brought this beautiful blessing into our lives.