I’ve been given a lot of advice from seasoned moms over the past several months in regards to caring for a newborn and I genuinely appreciate it (even if I know I will do the exact opposite).
I’ve received advice on how to get through labor and delivery. I’ve heard success stories about sleep training and getting babies on a reliable schedule. I’ve listened to moms wax poetic about savoring each and every moment because it all goes by so fast. But the one piece of advice that seems to ring true across the board is that I should not expect to do anything other than focus all my time and attention on my tiny little human for the first several weeks. And you know what? I’m okay with that.
So in an effort to make documenting my daughter’s life as seamless and easy as possible, I decided to forgo the traditional baby book and invest in a blank journal instead. To avoid worrying about ruining a beautiful baby book with sloppy handwriting or forgetting to fill in all the pages, I have designated this book as an informal landing spot for all of John’s and my thoughts, feelings, and memories as we enter parenthood and get to know our daughter.
We made our first entries on Monday after my 32 week ultrasound + appointment and it makes me so happy to see the pages slowly filling. When I read John’s first entry, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to crack up or cry tears of joy (this is not an unusual predicament these days). His writing style is equal parts humor and heart, and I am thrilled that he wants to contribute his thoughts to this book just as much as I do.
We’ve tossed around the idea of keeping this journal going up until she is 18 and then giving it to her as a high school graduation gift, but I’m not sure I can hold out that long! (I mean, I could barely wait a few weeks to spill these beans.) Only time will tell…