Oh, how life has changed. I remember when each morning was about waking up early, getting a massive workout on, taking a shower, eating a large amount of food for breakfast while doing my daily devotional and reading God's Word, bringing a well-packed lunch to work, carpooling with my mom and talking about exercise or something or other, working as well as I felt capable, coming home, washing my face, changing into my pijamas, eating delicious grub while watching something on the DVR, cooking something rad-zolla for the next day's lunch, doing some blogging, watching more DVR maybe, cooking more food that I really don't need but enjoying every free second I had in the kitchen, and maybe planning the next day's workout, inspired by blogs and YouTube channels around the world, then hubby would arrive (usually while I was cooking) home from work, we'd give each other a "good evening!" kiss, he would go upstairs to get changed, we would shortly curl up on the couch with some sort of dessert, and the night would come to a close (if we were lucky and disciplined enough, we would read some Bible!)
I feed a gorgeous baby a few times a night, hubby wakes and goes for a run somewhere around 5:45am, arrives home after 8:00am, Santiago and I attempt to greet the day and crawl out of bed/crib/I crawl out of bed, then pick him up out of bassinet by our bed, I might get a shower, I might brush my teeth at a reasonable time while the little guy lies on his play mat and watches a toy cat as it plays music and lights up before his eyes, I eat a smoothie quickly, Santiago sometimes let's me blend it without holding him (he chills out in the Rock N' Play), I hope to get my bible-reading and reflecting time on...
....We might get our playtime on, papa goes to work, I nurse mr.baby, diapers are changed, more nursing happens, I might do some work on the computer while he might take a nap, we might read a book, we might sit on the couch staring at each other and singing, he might cry his head off from being sleepy, I might try real hard to get him to go down for a nap by bouncing him up and down in the Moby Wrap or Bjorn Carrier, I eat more fruit and nuts and seeds and carrots maybe, more diaper changes and nursing, maybe more play time, papa arrives home for his lunch hour so I spend a while trying to cook him something in between Santi's mealtimes/playtimes otherwise he will cry while I do meal-prep for his padre, we eat together sometimes or I may just have eaten earlier when naptime happened, Edu returns to work, my mom and Santi's grandma arrives here shortly after for playtime, I might be able to do more house-work like the dishes or laundry, I might blog, I might pump, I might prep some food for the next day, I might do some exercises that my physical therapist gave me as homework....
As I watch Santiago grow and change each day, I also feel like I'm playing a game of, "when will I have a moment to do this...." Everything revolves around baby boy Carrillo. First, he eats, then we do. First, he gets changed and ready for the day, then I do. First, he has play time, then I do. First, he has a wonderful nap, then I skip mine. Yeah, he is definitely top priority, but I know I need to take care of myself, too. The other day he had his 2 month shots: there were 3 needles involved, containing 5 vaccinations total, and an oral vaccine. He spent the entire day asleep, a deep, rich, delightful sleep. I was exhausted, my eyelids were heavy, my head hurt a little, and I was a little grumpy. I should have slept, I know I should have slept. I could have probably slept for 6 straight hours like he did, but I didn't. I sat in front of the computer, I got some work done, I cooked a little (delicious), I did some exercises to heal my post partum insides out, I did everything but sleep, just because I seem to care more about finishing my To-Do list than I care about taking care of myself. It's not good. It wasn't good. I'm still sleepy.
My priority as a mommy, wife, daughter, child of God, is first and foremost to read the bible daily - each morning. Before I turn on the computer and start working, before I edit photos for the blog, before I read a book for fun - I need to meditate on Scripture. Otherwise I feel empty, I can't feel true joy if I'm simply going through the motions of the day as they come to me. I am weak without God's Word, I can't function on broken sleep, I can't smile when my baby is crying and needs me, unless I am memorizing verse like this one:
Anyhow. There it all is. It's been a joy-filled two months, and I (we) are so blessed to have Santiago in our lives. I'm for reals already feeling that, "what, what did labor/pregnancy feel like?" sensation - making me want to have more babies. Soon. Yet, it takes two to tango, and hubby isn't exactly on board quite this early! I'm kidding, of course, but also super serious about the fact that there is nothing better than being a parent, and I am super excited to do this again! The whole body-recovery thing seems like it is going so fast (with all that scary right after birth business - tenderness, painful breastfeeding, awkward to go potty....I'll spare you the details) and Santi is growing even faster which makes me already miss having a brand-new baby in our life. To make it clear, though, we do want to enjoy each week, month, year of his life and if God blesses us with a second babe, we're looking at trying for #2 when this guy is a toddler. Give me a few more months of Physical Therapy, a half marathon and a hopeful full marathon, and I'll give you the news on a positive pregnancy test. Deal?
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!