I exist. Therefore... I call for help!

Its been 4 months since my baby boy decided to make a rather dramatic arrival into my arms. Perhaps it was only a small indication of how things will be for sometime, a lesson in panic, to make it very clear that no matter how ready I think I am, I'm only as ready as he chooses to let me be. Its been 4 months of  exhaustion, laughter, pride and of being overwhelmed by a love so strong it knocks the wind out of me.

I was so sure I'd remember everything about him. The way he smiled at the NICU, how he rocked his bilirubin glasses, how frantic I was when I thought I didn't have any milk for him.. Now the more I try to remember through tightly closed eyes, the faster my precious memories dissipate.

So here goes. A journal of sorts. Or a safe room for me to exhale and just be. Or perhaps its my way of reaching out to those who started this journey before me.

(Hey! So I'm starting a Mom Blog for the exact same reason as countless other moms! Surely thats something I'm doing right!)