One year.
So much can change in one year.
I don't think I realized that before Luca came into my life. Years would pass by and while big things may have happened, it always seemed to be more of a progression. Smooth transitions from one stage to the other. Graduating. Meeting my future husband. Dating. Engagement. Marriage. Individually, those are all massive, life changing events, but together, they seemed to naturally flow from one to the next without one becoming more important or life changing than the other.
Until Luca.
This past year has been beyond challenging. As with all first time moms, I had no idea what having a baby would be like. I knew it would be tough. I knew there would be ups and downs and moments of OH MY GOD. I expected there would be love and cuddles and cute baby toes. Even with all of those reasonable expectations, I had NO CLUE what it was going to be like.
No matter what people tell you, you don't know...until you KNOW. When people tell you about how awful running on a few interrupted hours of sleep is, you think you know. But you don't. Even if you have done the odd all nighter in university and you think you know. You don't. Parenting a newborn is not just one or two all nighters. It is days upon days of interrupted sleep while you incur a sleep debt that you couldn't have even imagined.
However, what I didn't know was that (with a few exceptions) I wouldn't mind. Waking up to feed Luca in the middle of the night didn't feel like a chore. I honestly didn't even get upset or feel exhausted when I'd hear those first little peeps out of his tiny little mouth. I'd just get up, scoop him out of his crib and settle into the rocker. (of course, trying to get him to go back to sleep - well, that felt like a chore ;-)
Sure, it would catch up with me every now and again and I'd take it out on J (sorry, sweetie), but generally, I realized very quickly that I would push myself to the limit for my sweet baby boy.
When people tell you that "it's different when it's yours", you nod 'uh huh' like you know. But you don't. I never understood why some moms seemed to get so flustered when their baby cried in front of me. "I'm so sorry!" they'd say..."this must be so annoying to you". I didn't get it, because it didn't really affect me.
They were right - it IS different when it is yours. I had no idea that a cry from my own baby's mouth could cut me so deeply. Hearing him scream without being able to soothe him literally GUTTED me (unfortunately, this happened daily from week 3 until week 24 or so). Not being able to take away his discomfort was probably the worst feeling I could imagine until that point.
People would tell me "time flies" and "enjoy every moment". When I was in the midst of the dark days, I would roll my eyes. These were not moments to enjoy. I wanted time to fly by so that we could get to the point where Luca would laugh and smile and babble. However, now that Luca is one, I find myself staring down the end of my maternity leave with sadness. I see new moms and have to bite my tongue because I want to scream "TIME FLIES!! ENJOY EVERY MOMENT!!". Like I said. You don't know, until you know.
People would tell me "time flies" and "enjoy every moment". When I was in the midst of the dark days, I would roll my eyes. These were not moments to enjoy. I wanted time to fly by so that we could get to the point where Luca would laugh and smile and babble. However, now that Luca is one, I find myself staring down the end of my maternity leave with sadness. I see new moms and have to bite my tongue because I want to scream "TIME FLIES!! ENJOY EVERY MOMENT!!". Like I said. You don't know, until you know.
I thought I knew what love was. I really did. People warned me. When people said they loved their kids more than anything in the world, I naively thought to myself "what about your husband/partner? what about your parents?', thinking that there had to be a linear order to love - like you love one more than the other.
I was wrong. I was naive. I didn't KNOW because I couldn't. It may sound trite, but I now understand how I could possibly say "I would DIE for my child". Because I would. The depth of the love I feel for Luca has changed me. It has opened me up to something...I'm not sure what, but I know it is something big. I feel it in my gut when he smiles. When he laughs. When he cries. When I see him playing with his dad, I am a puddle.
So that's where I am now. I'm the mother of a one year old. A beautiful, funny, sensitive, determined, active, independent one year old.
I've been forever changed by this tiny human, and even if I think I now know, I'm pretty sure the future will teach me that I don't :-)
So that's where I am now. I'm the mother of a one year old. A beautiful, funny, sensitive, determined, active, independent one year old.
I've been forever changed by this tiny human, and even if I think I now know, I'm pretty sure the future will teach me that I don't :-)
Happy 1st Birthday Luca!!






























