Hurrah! We have kept our little human alive for 6 months!

Owen In Shades

I don't know if you know this, but the act of creating another life and then keeping it alive for half a year is a f&#*ing MIRACLE. Now, please pardon my French, but people throw that term around a lot, and I feel the need to distinguish it from, "Oh, it's a miracle I found this parking spot!" Parents right now are giving me a Hallelujah, and y'all that have never had kids are thinking, "What's the big deal? Everyone has kids. There are 6 billion people on this planet." Right you are, kidless folk, right you are. But that's what makes it an even bigger MIRACLE. It is mind boggling to me that every single one of us is here today because someone gave up their body to grow us, birth us and then gave us enough of what we needed to stay alive. Now granted, some parents did a better job of this than others and there is much more to raising kids than making sure they stay alive, but we won't open that can of worms. Point is, having a kid is no joke, and doing it so they grow up to be happy, healthy, well-balanced human beings is a lot of work. This is something that can't be understood until you have one and go through all of the stages of the journey. I am just beginning, but I'm going to say that everyone who has a kid and is taking care of them properly deserves a huge pat on the back. And a massage. And an ice cream sundae. Daily. Or whatever else they want.

This is what you can get for me just in case you were wondering.

This is what you can get for me just in case you were wondering.

And it is a f@#$ing MIRACLE that our bodies are able to do this. My head spins to think that Owen started out as microscopic and one day he will be as big as you and me. And right now he is doing his growing solely from what my body produces for him. I mean, really think about that for a minute. We are incredible beings to be able to make a human life and sustain it practically out of thin air. WOW. Just wow.

Daily conversations with Chris go a little something like this:

Wide-Eyed Me: He's a human. But little. Like, he was once much smaller, and one day he will be as big as us.

Wide-Eyed Chris: Whoa. And we made him. Six months ago, he wasn't even considered a human.

Me: Whoa. That's a f@#$ing miracle!

Both of us: {staring at him sleeping peacefully in his bed about six inches from his face like it's Christmas morning}. He's an angel.

Owen Sleeping

Owen: Wahhh! Wahhh! Why the hell are you guys six inches from my face with that weird look on your faces?!

Owen is a very good and sweet baby. He isn't colicky, he's a decent sleeper and wakes up from every nap and night's sleep with a giant grin on his face. (Side note: Chris and I consistently wake up with tired eyes and a is-it-seriously-already-time-to-wake-up look, so I'm not sure where he got his chipper-ness from.)

Owen Waking Up

As amazing of a baby as he is, however, he is still a handful! Our lives have been turned upside down, and my body hasn't been mine in over a year. I'm exhausted most of the time, I have put my career on hold for a while (and I am ever so thankful that is a possibility!), and my world is scheduled around inconsistent nap times and pumping milk and mountains of diapers. Not quite the lifestyle I fancied myself having as a small business owner who likes to get out and see what else is going on around our up and coming city.

So, it's a real testament to the love that people feel for their children that so many give up so much in order to bring new life into this world. And it's totally worth it. For that smile. For that time when he burrows into my chest and falls asleep. Even with the excessive drool. 

Owen Drooling

I know that all of this has been said many times before, but I never truly got it until now. After experiencing it, my level of respect for parents has skyrocketed. You will never understand the level of self-sacrifice that your parents had to have in order for you to be here until you go through it yourself. To be sure, no parent is perfect, and every single one of us has some sort of weird issue that we are dealing with because of that fact. But please don't let that overshadow all of the good. It's a lot easier to point fingers than to give props, but for. the. love. please go give your parents a hug. Like, right now. They kept you alive when you were a blob that couldn't even hold your head up or wipe your own butt. You were 100% dependent on them,  and they took care of you AND THEN gave you the skills to be able to survive up until this point. That is no small feat.

So, seriously, go tell them thank you. Especially if you are one of those lucky souls that is able to do that in the flesh.

I personally have to give infinite and eternal thanks to my dad, Tim, who is an amazing parent who has taught me so much and still takes care of me to this very day.

Dad, Chelsea and Me

And to my mom who I never got to tell in person, but wherever she is, floating around in the universe, I know she knows now.

Mom and Baby Me