Life with a newborn feels frantic and slow.
I’m challenged everyday, and I’m bored.
I’m never alone, and I’m lonely.
I feel a super human physical strength, and I’m bone-shatteringly exhausted.
I’m full of self doubt, and I trust that I’m good enough.
I am drawn to him, and I desperately want some space.
I want to fast forward through these bits to a time when he’s older (easier?), and I weep when I think that he’ll never be 5 weeks old again.