Transitional Period

16 weeks ago I became a mom.
I held this little tiny human I helped to create in my arms and never looked back.

From there I started to learn about this little being.  What she likes, doesn't like, how to make her laugh, and what makes her cry.  I can be in a completely different room from Olivia and when she starts to cry just for a few seconds I can hear her and come straight to her aid.

 I have seen every expression, heard every new noise, and every "first" I have been there.  I have also learned what it feels like to fiercely love something.  It's a different kind of love from anything that I have felt.  With one look from this little lady, my heart skips a beat and I melt into a puddle. 
 

We are in a state of transition, from our old life to our new.  All of those things I have learned these past 16 weeks have paved the way to our new normal.  Tomorrow I go back to work.  I am excited to get back to some part of the old me.  I am struggling though with the thoughts of not being with my little sidekick all day.  I am worried that work is going to become overwhelming quickly and that I will have a hard time balancing my time. I am sad about not being the sole owner of the firsts anymore.  I am sad I can't just sit for days and hold her without a care in the world.  I am sad that I have to share her.  The one thing that I will never have to share though is my unwavering love for her.

 

I am her Mama.  Her one and only Mama.  
When I get home I will be present for her. 
The world can wait because I only get one shot at my time with her,
and I will cherish each and every moment.