This year for Mother’s Day, I am 1.5 weeks postpartum and get to celebrate with a newborn (Hansen) sleeping my chest, thinking how crazy it is that last mothers day I celebrated the same way but with baby Eddie. It’s glorious! I love my babies and how i am becoming a mother because of them. They are changing me for the better.
It has been a roller coaster these past few days since my mom left us with 2 under two and Jason to manage…pretty much everything while I rest, recover, and feed Hansen all day. Jason has been entertaining Edison by going to the park, walks, and wrestling (Eddie’s new favorite thing about dad), feeding him, cleaning after him, bathing him, and changing all his diapers and Hansen’s…and a few of mine when I was fresher postpartum. Jason has been feeding me too. He’s made me most of all my meals, minus the dinners from loving church friends. As a breastfeeding mom, I am “ravenous”- not the correct world, but the one I keep saying when I’m starving. So Jason makes sure I don’t starve.
This Mother’s Day, Jason didn’t get me anything. There were no flowers or card. He, and I, have had our minds full of newborn care and surviving another day, so there wasn’t really any brain power left to plan ahead for something special and unnecessary to basic survival, like a box of chocolates.
Jason felt kinda bad for not doing anything special. However, his devotion to us, to me especially, is the best gift. He is taking care of everything (not perfectly, but he’s trying) so that I can have a postpartum period full of recovery, rest, and bonding with baby Hansen. He’s taking care of me so I can take care of Hansen. And that’s the best Mother’s Day gift I could ask for.
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