After an hour of rocking and swaying and gentle pats, little Mylo has finally fallen asleep.

Rather than jump to the many things that have been lingering on my to-do list, I have collapsed into a chair to stare numbly at the wall. 

I was warned about the sleep deprivation, and the long days, but no one really warned me about the toll my baby would take on my already malfunctioning brain. I have never felt more like the scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz. 

Motherhood is the best.

I've decided to compile a list of things I enjoy about parenthood thus far:

1. I like my baby. He's cute and makes little grunting noises that sound like a baby bear. 

2. So many kind visitors who bring me tea and cheer.

3. A break from the ol' 9-5 After working for 8 plus years at the same place, it was time to shake it up a bit.

4. Seeing my husband hold and talk to his child as though they've been friends for years. 

5. Not being pregnant anymore. 

I anticipate being able to add to this list, especially when I am able to get slightly more sleep. 

Some stuff has happened...

Such as...The arrival of our healthy baby boy!

Myles Elliot entered the world in the wee hours of September 6th.

The last detailed post I wrote described some of the emotional toll that the many years of infertility and loss had taken. This pregnancy came about by sheer miracle. We had decided to take a break from the appointments and the medication and give ourselves a breather. But little Mylo had other ideas.

Pregnancy was difficult, between the daily injections and constant vomiting, and my immense lumbering body that I wasn't quite sure how to maneuver (I only tipped over once). It seemed only natural that his birth would be just as long and difficult as our fertility journey. A painful induction, two failed epidurals, an eventual c-section after many hours of labour and three hours of pushing, and a residual spinal migraine that lasted two weeks. But our baby was HERE. And when Yuri asked me an hour after surgery how I was feeling, "Top of the world" was my response. Hormones and morphine and new baby smell for the win.

So.

Here we are.

Seven weeks into parenthood.

The journey continues...