Two under two

It seems so often that I am wishing away time. I can’t wait until the baby’s tooth pops through.  I can’t wait until my baby sleeps through the night. I cant wait until bedtime. Looking back, I’ve done this for as long as I can remember. In every stage of my life. Recently, however, I  have begun to feel (and recognize) just how happy I am. I am finally feeling that my life is just as beautiful as it looks on paper.

The 3 month shift

I am not a huge fan of the newborn baby phase. Sure, there are a couple of weeks right away (before the exhaustion hits) when everything feels like a dream. Immediately after Henrik was born, I felt the most intense sense of euphoria. My life felt perfect. I would look at my beautiful family and just cry because I was so happy. A large part of that was due to my postpartum hormones. Another piece may have been the painkillers prescribed to me after birth. And most certainly, I felt that way because I am incredibly lucky and blessed with my growing family. However, after the first two weeks, I stopped feeling like I was floating on air.

In the throes of motherhood

Everyone says that these years will go by in the blink of an eye. Looking back on the years with young children will just be a blur. “The days will be long but the years will be short.” I am neck deep in chaos as I have two wild little boys under two. It seems like just yesterday that Ellis (our first son) was born, so I know that time is flying.