The word mommy just seems weird to me still. It has been a month today since my little man was born. He came into this world almost a month to the day early. Scared the crap out of me. I just wanted to be the best mom in the world and I felt like a failure that I couldn't carry him until the due date. You should have nine months to prepare and I didn't even get to nest. But I was lucky, he was born healthy for being so early. And he has brought joy into my heart and in our house. He makes me want to be the best person that I can.
I sit here at 3:30 in the morning wide awake while he fell back asleep after his feeding. I have great hopes and wishes for the little guy. I want him to grow up being happy and healthy. I want him to know that he has a family that loves and supports him in whatever he wants to do in the future. I am already exposing him to some of our likes. We watch Detroit Tigers games together. I read him Disney stories and tell him about all the great movies and theme parks that Disney has.
He is getting bigger by the day and I am going to enjoy watching him grow up! I look forward to writing more about being a mommy. And hopefully you will join my journey.
