Gradually, we transitioned. We moved away from living in hours, enduring painful feedings, shushing and rocking, bouncing and swaying.
Now we live in days. Feedings are no longer painful; they’re an adventure. Each day there is a new food to discover, a new taste. Sleeping is no longer preceded by shushing and rocking. At night, the sleeping is twelve hours straight. Gradually, we rediscovered days that had a beginning and an end.
There is laughter now. More laughter than crying. There is even more love, love that compounds and compounds.
We are getting some of ‘us’ back. At the same time, a new person is emerging and the form he is taking is altering ours in the process. We are shaping him, of course, but he is shaping us as well.
And there is sadness, bittersweet. We are speeding through the first year, and out the window all is a blur. As quick as we learn to deal with one phase, one challenge, it is replaced with another and there is no time to think about what we left behind. We are looking ahead and looking behind, awed and dizzy.
Tags: Drew, family, introspection
