February 2020

Today, my sweet Archer is officially 8 weeks old. 2 months. 2 months have gone by. They’ve been the longest months of my life, but they seem to have flown by. Oh My how he’s grown so much in such a short time. My 6lbs baby is already 11 lbs!

He’s smiling, cries real tears that break my heart, enjoys spending time sitting in his bouncer staring out the window, can’t decide if he likes his pacifier, loves to snuggle his rattle bear, and is sleeping decent chunks at a time at night!

How far we have come already!

Side note

Can we talk about how much it messes with my need for order that he is literally 8 weeks old today (2 months) but will also technically be 2 months on the 14th? It drives me a little insane that they aren’t the same day… but I digress.

It’s funny how time changes after they come into your world. Everybody said it would. I believed them, but I didn’t understand just quite how true it was. I didn’t understand how much it would tug at my heart.

During long restless nights as I sat staring into the darkness holding him upright (thanks acid reflux 😭) I pleaded for the time to move quicker, because I just couldn’t stay awake another minute. Now he sleeps 5 hours straight. Dont get me wrong most nights I send the lord praise, but I find myself every so often missing our late night cuddles, those nights he was the most comfy laying across my chest. Now he sweats and stretches trying to find his space.

Im trying to be intentional with each moment without obsessing over the fact that all of this will be over one day. One day he won’t want me to sing to him as I rock him to sleep in the candle light. One day, I won’t be all he needs for comfort.

So today I’m embracing every moment. I’m rejoicing over his first smile (which literally made my heart melt inside my chest). I’m enjoying the snuggles. I’m taking the time to sing a little extra longer some nights, just to take it all in before it’s gone.

Published by bestillhawk

• I am a wife, (step) momma, cat momma, preschool teacher, blogger and coffee enthusiast.
• I struggle with moderate to severe Anxiety.

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