Madeline Rose is two months old.
The past two months have been sleepless nights, poo-explosions, engorged boobs (yes it's as painful as it sounds) and many ridiculous mommy-brain moments. However, in the same boat, it's been the best two months of my life. Not only has my daughter grown, but I have as well; I'm a two month old mother.
Since I can remember, my life has been a complex maze of finding myself through artistic expression, travelling new places, and over analysing every aspect of my journey, where now it's become slightly simpler. If someone would have told me years ago that I would find the essence of who I was through motherhood, I would have placed a lot less pressure on identifying myself with unnecessary hollow things.
Being the one who this little helpless human solely depends on for their every need is a huge responsibility. I'm her food, her comfort, her shelter, and her confidence. I am her foundation where she will build the rest of who she is freely, whether it be by artistic expression, travelling new places or over analysing every aspect of her journey.
Two months ago on the morning they placed this slippery little body onto my chest, I cried and cried with happiness. I knew it was going to be a bumpy road, but like every real testing challenge in life, comes the most reward.
Along with the sleepless nights and poo-explosions come the moments of pure and intense unconditional love; moments that make your heart swell to the point of tears. These are the moments where she clearly recognizes my face, my voice and my embrace. The moments where she falls soundly asleep with her body melted into mine, and moments when it seems that only I can cure her restless cries.
Motherhood is most tricky, but certainly most rewarding; just knowing how much you are needed and depended on is somehow daunting yet self full-filling at the same time.
Two months down, and many many more moments to come!