And Exhale...

I've been holding my breath for 8 weeks and I finally feel like I can exhale.

Connor has a routine.

I understand my baby's needs.

I know what to do.

When I was studying to be a teacher, several of my professors made reference to the moment when it becomes real. Your very first day of school when you shut the door behind you. That's when you really become a real teacher. There was a similar moment referenced with parenthood. I was terrified of the moment we brought Connor home and had that "now what" feeling. We took a deep breath and left the hospital anxiously heading home. I don't think I've breathed since.....until now.

I'm a little slow but praise God that I've finally got my breath back. I know what to do.....at least for now. ; )