So..a few days ago, my bubs turned half a month. It has been two weeks since I gave birth to this super tiny human being…a human being who eats, breathes, sleeps, poops and has two slaves on full time duty, and to say it has been exhilarating would be an understatement… From the moment bubs was born till now, every moment has been a journey by itself. The ups and downs, the peaks and lows. No matter how much you read, or how many siblings you’ve seen grow up, nothing really prepares you for parenthood..
There have been times when I have been extremely proud of myself, and there have been times when I really thought I am not ready for this journey.
All said and done, it is immensely overwhelming and exciting to know we’ve survived, or rather, thrived over the last two weeks, and by we, I mean all three of us. Daddy, Bubs and Mommy me.
And I have realized one undeniable truth: PARENTHOOD IS THE MOST POTENT DRUG IN THE WORLD; I DOUBT THERE IS ANYTHING THAT CAN GIVE YOU THE PEAK OF HIGHS AND THE DEPTH OF LOWS THAT BEING A PARENT CAN.
CHERISHING THE LITTLE VICTORIES is one of the most important parts of new parenthood. Everyday you’ll find something to be cherished, and something to be celebrated. His first sneeze thrilled us. His first hiccups scared the crap out of us but it was exciting. First nappy change, first clothes change, actually every nappy change and every time we are able to get him into a fresh pair of clothes without him crying bloody murder is a victory.
One of our proudest moments as first time parents was when we cut his nails for the first time. It was so nerve-racking. His teeny tiny little hands, but nails, which was really doing some heavy damage and hence had to be cut. And we did it. Successfully. I would never have thought it possible. But we had to, so we did. And we were so delighted with it.
Another heart-warming moment has been when he smiled for the first time. Makes everything okay. All the crying and heartbreak, and thinking you have failed, one smile and everything is all right again.
Or when he grabs our hand. Or looks at us with his grumpy face, and myriad of expressions. The unbelievably cute first stretch of the day-when we remove his swaddle.
Tons of little moments. To be valued and cherished. Moments that will never repeat. Firsts that will never come again, even if you have another child.
Of course, there have been nights we have not slept one wink, and have been in zombie mode. When we didn’t know why he was crying so much constantly, even though he was fed, and dry. When it looked like we were not doing anything right, but these little moments are what really makes it all okay.
And every time I look at him, I am overwhelmed with how incredible life is. A TINY HUMAN Unbelievable indeed.