Having a Baby

I am tired. I think this is the most rewarding and most exausting thing I've ever done. Learning how to be a mom doesn't happen overnight apparantly. We are well into Andrew's third week of life and feel like things are starting to fall into place. Our first week was shockingly easy. Andrew slept when he was supposed to and ate when he was supposed to. Our second week was a little more difficult. Andrew forgot how to nurse, got his days and nights mixed up, and Rusty went back to work! I cried every day of that second week and spent a lot of time on the phone with lactation consulatants and friends with children. Andrew's week now is back to semi-normal. We're getting the days and nights straight (I think), and he seems to have remembered again what he's supposed to do for nursing. I do feel like all I do is feed this kiddo. It is the coolest thing though that God made me capable of providing for my son. How anyone could experience pregnancy, childbirth, and parenthood without beleiving in an all powerful, intentional, creator God, is beyond me. Everything has a purpose. This kid lived inside me, in water, and now he's here, in air!! How cool is that?!? My God is good. After years of trying for this baby, he's here. Andrew is beautiful and growing quickly. He's going to be a toddler before I know what hit me.