I can hardly believe it myself, you guys. I’m back. I know, it’s been a while — HI, I’VE MISSED YOU!! — and while it probably seems that we come and go pretty frequently around these parts (well, because we do), I hope you’ve stuck with us. For those of you still reading, thank you! It’s been a crazy hectic few months to say the least and I’m so excited to get back to blogging. We’ll be unveiling some changes here in the coming months and we are so excited to give R&R the refresh it so desperately needs and deserves.
By now you’ve probably seen that we welcomed our little boy into this world at the end of January. Our little love will be eight weeks old [aka TWO MONTHS] tomorrow. Motherhood has been the sweetest, wildest ride so far and I am loving every minute of our new life with Morgan Miles. He is growing like a weed already and I wish so badly for time to slow down. While I don’t plan on sharing my birth story, let me just say this: there’s truly nothing more magical than meeting your baby. Holding our baby boy for the first time was the greatest gift I could have ever wished for.
The first few weeks were an absolute whirlwind — people coming in and out of the house for hours on end to cuddle the baby, bring us dinner, help around the house and so forth. I’m such a doer, a giver, someone who rarely asks for help. But bringing home a newborn requires you to surrender wholeheartedly to the kindness and selflessness of others. We feel beyond blessed to bring Morgan into this world surrounded by so much love, and having that warmth around us in the first couple of weeks at home truly made all the difference.
And then the visitors slow down and you get to experience your new normal. Caring for a newborn is such a special, joyous, happy, fun time. But I won’t lie — it’s hard (really hard). Although we thought we were as prepared as ever, there’s no way you can really know what to expect. We’re learning that not knowing and figuring it out in our own way as we go (although stressful and trying at times) is part of the fun. As new parents, we’ve received lots of advice and tips along the way. And although we are certainly appreciative of the insight, we’ve learned that trusting our instincts and listening to our baby and each other is the only and best way. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world because I get to do life (and now parenthood!) with my husband. He’s handled fatherhood, late-night feedings, errands, chores, my emotions and his job with such humility. He is the calm to my crazy and the glue that holds everything together in this incredibly hectic time. There’s nothing more precious than watching the man you love become a father, and becoming a parent with him has been the biggest blessing.
I have so much more to share about my journey into motherhood (including Morgan’s nursery reveal, coming up in a few days!) but for now, follow our everyday shenanigans on Insta here: #morganmilespickei. Back soon, friends!