The First Year

Tomorrow my son turns one year old. How did I survive the first year? If you asked me this yesterday I would've said "I don't honestly know", after thinking about it I do know. I survived the first year by staying positive and realistic, meaning I didn't let the sleep deprivation and crying make me think it would never end because it does end. I tried my hardest not to let myself wonder who I'd be without my son, because that is a recipe for disaster. I took each day as it came. I tried to never let myself forget someday this little boy will grow up and leave, and with this I cuddled and sang  as often as possible. My life in the first year has been the roughest year of my life. It wasn't a cake walk. I lost my patience, let my anxiety get the best of me, and felt like I was so close to rock bottom. My love for my son is what really got me through the first year of his life. Knowing this little sweet person means me no harm and loves me unconditionally is what made me get up every morning or should I say every 2 hours in the newborn stage. He is my world, rock, and blessing. I tried my best to make his first year a good one. Love is what gets you truly through the first year.