6 Weeks

Only six weeks old and already reading... well squawking along while his dad reads.

When River was three weeks old, I truly didn't think I was going to make it to six weeks. It seemed impossibly far off. Making it through the night was hard enough. Well I did make it and though my anxiety rears its ugly head here and there, like today when River decided that six weeks is old enough to not take naps anymore, I need to congratulate myself.

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I definitely had some misconceptions about having a baby. I thought morning sickness was only in the morning and easily cured by saltine crackers. I thought it would be sweet not dealing with a period for nine months and didn't realize I would have to make up for it later by bleeding for six weeks straight. I thought babies would sleep when they were tired. I thought dirty diapers would be the hardest part. They say it takes a village to raise a child. I say it takes a village to keep a mom sane.

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Today has been hard. I guess I needed a reminder that six weeks doesn't mean we are out of the woods yet. However, in an attempt to focus on the good stuff too, River has slept four hours consecutively for the last three nights. I never thought that would seem like a lot, but boy oh boy, it does!