Bringing Home Baby

I knew, logically, that having a baby would change my life. Now that Acacia is home with Dave and me, I'm beginning to realize just how completely she's changed it already, and will continue to change it in the years ahead. What I didn't anticipate was how much having a baby would change me.

Somehow I must still be the same person who went into the hospital a pregnant woman and came back out a mother. Yet all the little things that seemed important to that pregnant woman feel worlds away now, and the new mother in me can't focus on anything other than the beautiful, wonderful, tiny, fragile, sweet little angel who sleeps and nurses and sleeps again... and occasionally stares at my face with her lovely dark eyes as though memorizing it, while completely mesmerizing me.

The moment I first held her, I loved her more truly and deeply than I could ever have imagined possible, and I know without a doubt that I would do anything for this amazing little person who depends on her daddy and me so completely. When she laughs in her sleep, my heart soars; when she cries, my heart breaks; when she finishes nursing only to cuddle closer to me with a tiny sigh of contentment, my heart overflows and my world is complete.