As I look back on this long year that was my son’s 1st year of life I honestly cannot believe I survived it. The 1st three months or so of parenthood I was a sleep-deprived zombie. I am a working mom so I came back to work after 4 weeks of work which is all I was going to be paid for.
Here are me and mini-me one of our many all night benders which take on a WHOLE new meaning with a baby. I had a huge meeting the next day and came in with just 3 hours of sleep. Ask any working parent how well this whole scenario works out. I think the day of the meeting I even came in with a little spit up on my shirt.
The great thing is in my home everyone does their share. My husband took on the role of stay at home dad while I went to work and he was damn good at it and still is.
While I thought I wouldn’t make it and would keel over from the lack of sleep I realized that I can and will make it. I have had so many obstacles thrown in my way over the past 2 years a job loss, a move (now in Portland) but the one bright spot in my life has been my son. I may come home overworked from a hard day and he’s there smiling and waiting for me to play with him, whether it’s just putting a sock on my hand and playing sock monster or just sitting there letting me be his jungle gym he has truly been a bright spot in 2 years of absolute trials, tribulations, and challenges.
He’s getting ready to talk now as he is getting ready to turn 2 and it is just amazing watching him begin to pick up on objects around him. I am so proud of my son and all his accomplishments. I look forward to writing about him as the years go by. To all new parents, I can say that life gets easier and more fun eventually.