I always thought parents were exaggerating when they said they had no time to for anything while looking after a newborn.
Please accept my apologies.
There has been very little time for anything, except looking after our beautiful baby boy. My husband and I are beyond sleep deprived, and each day I wonder how we haven’t just collapsed from sheer exhaustion. It’s hard work, at times quite stressful but when I see that incredible set of blue eyes stare deep into mine, or watch as my husband and baby cuddle on the couch, all the chaos of moments past fade away. In retrospect, it doesn’t matter what we haven’t done, what matters is what we have done.
So with no time, means no posts from this blogger (this one is a bit of anomaly). However, I’ve been enjoying reading great blogs shared through my Twitter stream. In the last 24 hours, I’ve read posts from
@tjzmommy and @Clippo. While one shares a breakthrough moment after incredible loss, the other shares a candid and somewhat hilarious account of her breakfast.
They are two vastly different posts, yet each one touched me for its honesty. And it’s honesty that brings me here today, because I tell my readers, and myself, that right now it’s easier to read than it is to write.
I make no apology for that.