Our daughter is going through many changes in a very short span of time. Within the past few weeks she began reaching for things, giggling and cooing in the middle of the night and even (thank goodness) sleeping for longer stretches. Her newborn clothes are far too small and she has upgraded into the next diaper size. Things are moving along well.
We prayed for a child and here she is. But that does not come without challenges. Our home is full of stray bottles, toys, strollers and random tiny socks. We are sleep deprived. Finishing sentences can be futile. On most days I look like something the cat dragged in. It's just part of raising a baby, and job that is indescribably important. It's exciting to see her personality as it emerges. Day by day she becomes more of who she will ultimately be. We are understandably protective of her, but it goes deeper than that. We feel an aching when she is not in our arms because we waited for her for so long. Not just her, but the promise of her. People will say, "Well your adoption didn't take that long, did it?" No. It's much more involved than that. We've waited for her long before we knew who she was.
Right now we are very busy in other areas of our life but she is priority number one. That's not only how it has to be, it's how it should be. We are both trying to maintain a smaller and smaller web presence during this time. These newborn months..days..moments..they are fleeting. The internet will remain.
Being a parent is both easier and harder than I imagined. Easier because I prayed incessantly for it and was completely mentally prepared. Harder because you can never be completely physically prepared. No matter what, it's the very very best thing we've ever experienced. Nothing in the world compares to it.
