Where is the Support Group... Momma's Going Back to Work!

UPDATE!!! I know it has almost officially been a year since I last posted, and since then many things have changed. That is an understatement. Brett and I found out we were pregnant last June, had our baby February 8th, and now 8 weeks later I am getting ready to go back to work.

Meet our little boy, although most if not all of our readers have... I don't have a very large blog following.

Brett Andrew Owen II

Look at that tummy! It keeps growing and growing just like he does. He is already more than a month and a half and we just love him more and more. (This is his signature face.)

The past 8 weeks with this little boy have been such an adventure. I had no idea I could function on such little sleep, eat and nurse, type and nurse, talk on the phone and nurse, walk and nurse... too far, maybe. I love watching Brett hold his son and everyday grow more and more as an incredible father and husband. In the last couple of weeks my hubby has taken up most if not all the cooking and grocery shopping! I am so spoiled. He was and is one of the biggest supports I have had during my time at home. So many people came to my side as we welcomed our little one home. My parents were at the hospital bright and early when we told them it was time. My dad came prepared with camera in hand and my mom was a wonderful birthing coach, holding my hand through that epidural. Brett's mom was also such a blessing, she even turned around after arriving at the hospital to pick up Brett some breakfast tacos. She came to the house and provided wonderful meals and a helping hand so we could both catch up on sleep. My mom and dad also took off week and had their own shifts with the baby.

My third week home left me without my parents, my wonderful mother in law, and my Brett. It was hard to not have them there, but thankfully my Aunt and grandmother took their place for the next two weeks. They provided such comfort and encouragement. During this time I was going through my moments of, "Why won't you sleep," crying while he cried, and not believing how dark the circles under my eyes had become. My Aunt came and shared with me a verse that has truly been my cornerstone. "The joy of the Lord is my strength." Nehemiah 8:10. I say it to myself when I rock him to sleep at 4am. I say it when I finally get a shower in the morning and he wakes up from his, thought to be, deep sleep. I say it when I change his diaper, pick him up and hear him let out another wet one.

God has truly given Brett and I much strength these past 8 weeks, but as much as all of those little things should get under my skin, I look at that little face and understand the Joy of the Lord. For it was His Joy to create such a perfect little being and it is our joy to have him apart of our lives. I have missed work and the hustle and bustle of my job, but saying goodbye to the special all day mommy and Brett time will be hard. Please, if you are reading this say a little prayer for me. I know it will all work out perfectly, but this little boy has me so wrapped around his little finger...

I will keep you posted on my transition back to work and being an official working momma! It has been an incredible 8 weeks!