Goodbyes and New Beginnings
Having a son is the best thing and the hardest thing I’ve ever done. When I was pregnant with Kit, people were quick to tell me to get as much sleep as I can before he came, and enjoy my last bit of time alone while I could. I was so excited to hold my baby, I would just sit there and cry. He was so close and I couldn’t hold him. Fast forward a few months, he wouldn’t let me put him down unless I gave him to Jared. He loves being held so much, he can’t go to sleep without it. Even though sometimes I’m exhausted from all the demands of motherhood, I hold on to every moment. I miss him so much when he’s asleep in his crib. Having a son is wonderful and exciting and so, so hard. It’s a series of missed goodbyes. I never got to say goodbye to my newborn; I never noticed him moving into the next stage until he was already there. He’s already over a year old. What happened? A little over a week ago, it was our last time breastfeeding. I didn’t know it was our last time, but it was time and
