My sweet little Zachary turned 8 months old this week.
EIGHT months! I can't believe it.
I feel like we have both changed and grown so much over the past 8 months.
I look back at those dark and incredibly difficult first few months and I am overwhelmed with relief to be on the other side. I can now say with certainty that that period was the hardest time of my life. Harder than medical school, harder than residency, harder than anything I have ever experienced.
But somehow in the process, we figured each other out. He became less demanding and I became humbled, and much less selfish. We met halfway perhaps, and things are pretty good :)
It's so much easier now. Zac actually sleeps well at night, and takes wonderfully long naps (most of the time). He's a great eater too, and feeding him solids has become one of my favourite activities to do with him... this boy will eat (and love) ANYTHING!
I'd be lying if I said that Zac wasn't still a challenge.... I mean, this guy has an endless supply of energy... coupled with a physical strength and ability way beyond his age (strangers always guess him to be several months older than he actually is).... it can be exhausting at times.
(But his cuteness, on the other hand, is off the charts! Honestly, this kid is a show-stopper. When we bring him out in public he always attracts a crowd of adoring spectators. I'm not exaggerating. He's such a charmer!)
I thought motherhood would come so naturally to me... but in reality, it didn't.
It took me a long time to adjust to my new life, and my new role. But I finally did it!
Parenting is challenging, no matter how easy your baby is. And it keeps changing just when you feel you've got the swing of things.
So we just keep adapting, and learning as we go.
And it is a wonderful, beautiful, heart-opening process, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Happy eight months, my little guy!