The most overused phrase that I heard while pregnant was "Your life will completely change."
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I thought. Obviously it will change. We'll have a little person to take home, feed and care for, duh... but I don't think I ever fully comprehended the magnitude of the statement.
Now I get it.
My life now (at least for the past 3 and a half weeks) has mainly revolved around the basics of feeding, burping, changing and keeping our new arrival clean and outfitted in cute onesies, but that's just the tip of the new infant iceberg. Hours slip by while I watch my little guy sleep. Days dwindle as I try to decipher new facial expressions. 3am night feedings are shared cross referencing babycenter stats to make sure I'm doing everything right.
I finally get it - the way I'll do anything in my power to make him smile/take the pain away, even if it's just a self-inflicted scratch from a super sharp baby nail, a gas bubble, or a frustrating car ride stuck in Miami traffic. From now until he's 18 and/or old and gray, I will do anything for him, because I'm his Mom... and that deserves a Hallmark card more than any other holiday in my book.
Happy Mother's Day to all of the mommies, grandmas, nanas, great grandmas and beautiful bump baring mommy-to-bes out there who well, just get it.