Reflecting on the first nine months

Where do I even begin? If you would've told me two years ago that I would have a nine month old boy by my 33rd birthday I would have laughed. Not because I didn't want kids, but more because it just wasn't in the plans yet. But after a wedding in Cabo, free drinks and a night of dancing... Wyatt Victor quickly caused a course correction in life plans. 

People often ask me if taking care of a newborn is really that hard. Without hesitation I respond with a firm YES. Maybe even harder. The first month is a big blur for me. All I remember is holding this tiny baby which was barely the size of my hand and forearm. But as far as what wvl did, milestones, etc...nothing comes to mind. 

Months two and three were the first time I really felt that I could help consistently with stuff other than changing a diaper. And it was when I also noticed Wyatt first making a connection with me. He began to respond and react to being with me versus Lizzy. 

In months four, five, and six his personality really started to show and interactions with me became more expressive. His smiles and laughs brought such joy that I couldn't get through a day at work without daydreaming of being at home with him instead. 

Fact of the matter is...as time has gone by, it only gets better. And yes, there have been tough days, and lots of trips to the doctor which are stressful, but I wouldn't change it or him for the world.