I forgot how heavy the car seat is,
how a degree is necessary to assemble a stroller,
about the midnight, 2 am and 4 am feedings,
the dirty diapers,
about the spit up and sticky, stinky milky baby neck,
how to wrap a little human like a burrito,
the high pitch bird like noises these fascinating creatures make,
the days of constantly wanting to be held (these have become my favorite, by the way),
how sexy my husband looks holding a brand new baby,
that intoxicating newborn scent,
the utter exhaustion brought only by interrupted sleep,
the load after load after load of laundry,
how to baby talk and just how silly it sounds,
the painful pumping,
the sink full of bottles,
the way our bodies contort and shift, adjust and seek comfort when trying to find the perfect position in which to hold such a light person,
the tiny socks. Oh, how those socks kill me!
I forgot how my heart would expand and envelope a brand new person and put all of their needs ahead of my own, how love would be reflected back to me through eyes that speak volumes, but lips that cannot yet say a word.
But it’s all coming back to me and I am so grateful for the second opportunity.