My birthing story isn't ordinary and it isn't also what I expected. I didn't get to meet my baby until around 15hrs after I gave birth, and I met him in the NICU, inside an incubator, under an oxygen hood (long and very technical story). Seeing him inside the incubator with an OGT inserted (feeding tube) made my heart melt. Meeting him for the first time was overwhelming- I was so happy and grateful and scared and excited and numb, okay, numb because I was still hungover with the anesthetics and I was just feigning strength because I really wanted to see him (plus I was so frustrated that people on Facebook who's friends with my mother saw him before I did). 

In the three months that I've had him, I've had a lot of adventures and misadventures with him, parenting achievements and fails, frustrations and scary moments, proud moments and pure joy (obviously my feelings about being a mom has made me lose the ability to construct a proper sentence 😜). Every minute with this little guy is a blessing and is a wonder, and every minute away from him, well, simply put, sucks. It is true that all your fears and tiredness and being jaded goes away when you see your kid. 

I never thought I'd love anyone as much as I love this little boy. His smile makes my heart melt and skip a beat every single time.  His very existence makes me want to make the world a better place. I have learned to be careful and take good care of myself so I can be there for him and care for him. I finally have learned what unconditional love is all about. 

As I have said when I first posted a picture of my son, I have started living with my heart outside of my body. 

Yep, I'm a momma now, and I'm sure going to try so hard to be a good one. Let's bring it on! 😜