As I sit in our living room in the wee hours of the night, feeding every 2 hours, a bit sleep deprived, still sore from labor, the house a mess, the dogs lacking attention, and we are just over here “winging it” as we figure out this parenting thing..I feel overwhelmed.
Not overwhelmed with frustration or exhaustion, or the task at hand, but overwhelmed with joy, love and gratefulness! ❤️ He is so perfect. His sweet face where he has literally every single one of Jason’s features to his giganto feet just like his mama. It seems unreal that we could be blessed with something, someone so innocent and perfect. I never imagined I would be sitting here with the sweetest, most perfect little boy who is milk-drunk passed out on my chest, dreaming of more milk, and sighing little wheezes of satisification.
I’m overwhelmed with so much joy and love that the rest of the side effects that come with pregnancy and labor do not even register in my brain. They do show their ugly faces at moments but the love and joy overcomes! Just like God’s love for His creation (us). His love always prevails. His love always overcome. How can we not be overwhelmingly grateful for someone so strong and powerful that His love always will overcome?
Momhood is hard. It’s dirty and you may feel like your body and mind has been hit by a freight train, but I’m grateful for my overwhelming amounts of mother’s love and my unfailing, always prevailing Father’s love.