My sister-in-law and her husband recently welcomed their first child, a beautiful, alert baby boy with his father’s mighty paws and his mother’s full lips. When our family descended upon the hospital to meet him for the very first time, the nostalgia struck me more mightily than I’d expected. It felt like a lifetime ago and not merely three years that my husband and I snuggled in a hospital bed with our own firstborn. Yes, we’ve been blessed with another baby since and may add to our family in the future, but those early days with your firstborn are…incomparable.
Not that my sister-in law and brother-in-law need any advice from me (they’re totally nailing parenthood), but this long-ago post about my husband’s and my first month as parents remains hilariously true.