We survived a month of being parents. This is almost unbelievable to me. Being completely sleep deprived for three days BEFORE the baby even arrived didn't make for an auspicious beginning. I was completely overwhelmed and incredibly depressed and only made it through because of:
Robb, who stayed awake for five days straight in the hospital to make sure I and the baby were okay,
Bethany and Tiffany "mom-and-baby-sitting" in the hospital so Robb would sleep,
Robb, bonding with and constantly watching out for Farren and I,
Heather and Shaine,
Robb, seeing I needed to sleep and making me do so,
Ryan - bless you a thousand times over for driving up and taking care of us for those early days,
Various ward members for delicious dinners,
My mom - you are amazing and I wish you could have stayed forever,
Robb's mom - who, among other things, volunteered to stay up with the baby at night so we could sleep,
Robb, pointing out all the good things and helping me keep perspective,
More ward members and work friends, for visits and dinners,
Lots of family and friend support via in-person visits (Carrie!), telephone, and prayer, and
ROBB, for being a pillar of strength, patience, and calmness. He has kept our little family on its feet this last month and I have never loved him more.
Heavenly Father blessed us with a very mellow baby and I am SO grateful. I can't even imagine what an anxious wreck I would be if he were super fussy. Farren has already grown more than two inches, he's passed the 10 pound mark, and is wearing 3 month clothes. I boxed up his newborn things yesterday - it was so strange! Unfortunately, our little guy has also come down with his first cold, so here's hoping we can get him well quickly and that his second month is even better than his first.
One month - 30 days - a million changes, lessons, and adjustments. I can only imagine what the coming months will bring.
