Friday, March 27, 2015


It's 4 AM and I am up pumping breast milk for the 3rd time since I went to bed at about 10. I'm grateful for the feelings of "Anything for you, Gordon" that I'm already having. The inconveniences of taking care of this little dude are so totally swallowed up in my love and natural inclination towards him.

It reminds me of being in Provo when I had Sebastian, my Jack Russell Terrier Chihuahua mix puppy.  Every night, sometimes several times a night, I would take him out to go to the bathroom in the front yard of our house on 7th East. I would stand out there at 4 in the morning in my underwear hoping not too many early birds would be heading to campus yet and see me, often chasing him down the block if he bolted after a cat or something.

Love essentially changes everything we do. I have been given an amazing body with which I've created an entirely new human being, opened myself up and brought that new person out, and now I am producing the food he needs to grow. It's mind boggling. And a complete honor. So, am I pretty tired? Yeah. But that's ok. I knew what I was signing up for when we started this.


Angela Stevenson said...

I totally get this. And I thought this article was super helpful and wish I knew this when I was starting out

Robd said...

Well said. This little guy has no idea how great his parents are. You guys are going to have a blast.

Lizzie said...

What a blessed little guy to have you and john has parents. Wishing we lived close so I could come hang out and bring something tasty to eat. I'm sure that years from now the sleep deprivation will not matter the slightest in comparison to the joy that comes from being a mother. You're amazing!