Inspired by too many hours on Pinterest and Instagram, I asked Stan to take some day-in-the-life photos with Florence. These little people grow so fast, and I’m still getting used to not being pregnant. I see advertisements for maternity clothes and have to remind myself those baggy-bellied shirts aren’t needed anymore.
On that note, I am in awe at the female body these days. We stretch wide to accommodate our baby, then shrink back when she is in our arms (ahem, with a few weeks time of course). Also, WE ARE the nourishment. I see Florence filling out her newborn clothes and wonder at how I have been her only source of food from the beginning until now. The responsibility and honor of it all reminds me those long nights are nothing when I consider that waking at 1:00 and 3:00 and 5:00 is all out of love for building a human. NBD.
These past 2.5 weeks have been full of many adjustments, some tears (mine and hers), and lots of re-runs of Fixer Upper to pass the feedings and calm all of us down. I’m loving getting to know Stan as a dad. To nobody’s surprise, he is a natural, always anticipating both the baby’s needs and my own. He’s a pro at cheering me on when I “literally can’t” out of tiredness. And he’s definitely changed more diapers than me (score!).
We’re still in hibernation mode, though we’ve been so grateful for visitors, slash anyone who’s as excited about Florence as we are. We have taken her on a few Target runs (I had to introduce her to the promised land), and we are already planning to show her the cherry blossoms when they come to DC. But for now, I’m enjoying the lazy mornings that follow the long nights, the hum of the washing machine cleaning yet another load of her laundry, and every single one of Florence Eden’s adorable newborn noises and expressions that turn us into those melty parents swept away by every little thing their tiny human can do.