There are few things as precious as a newborn baby. It’s an inexplicable feeling to hold something so brand new and delicate, and simultaneously rejoice in their health and growth while mourning the passing days. I know so well how fast this stage goes and I am fully unwilling to accept that this is my last time with a brand new baby.
Evangeline makes the sweetest little noises, and when she sleeps with her hands tucked under her chin on my chest, I just want to halt the earth on it’s axis. Please don’t let another moment pass. She smells so lovely and her skin is so soft… I don’t want to forget this moment as long as I live. I have three other babies that I’ve nursed into full blown childhood, and I can only vaguely recall them at this size and stage. There are photographs saved in albums that I dig out once a year, but I can barely put myself back into a moment like this with them. That is the bittersweet, heart wrenching toll of parenthood. They are unique and amazing every single day, but these newborn moments are ultra fleeting, and embracing every single part of it-right down to the laundry. Washing new baby clothes and blankets is actually fun for me believe it or not-I put a lot of care into the choosing and purchasing of baby clothes, so washing and caring for them is sort of therapeutic for me (and much more fun than stinky second-grade boy socks).
She’s been wearing a lot of clothing from the MBaby line, starting with her first day in the hospital (remarkable since she was so teeny it was hard to find much that fit at all). The Onester was so easy to snap on that the nurse went to tell the other nurses in our labor+delivery ward about how fantastic she thought it was. They’ve become our nighttime staples, because during the late night feedings and often subsequent spit-up baths she’s giving us both, I don’t want to fuss with clothes on top of everything else.
I don’t even mind that though, honestly. We’re still finding our groove with breastfeeding, and I know that her tummy is just learning to process everything. I’m just grateful that I can breastfeed at all.
The MBaby collection is full of super soft, very practical but also sweet pieces for babies. I love the different options the convertible pieces (the Sleepster) give us, and the swaddle blankets are so beautiful and unique looking. They’ve gotten softer with numerous washes, but haven’t begun to fade or warp whatsoever.
Being a newborn is a lot of work, but being a momma to a newborn is a whole lot of joy. Like, heart-bursting every single minute kind of joy. I’m thrilled that on the fourth time around I can actually somewhat overlook the lack of sleep and wild emotions to just sit and be with her.
I won’t for a single second take it for granted. Not even the laundry.
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