Let me just say – Bear Ryan has A LOT of awesome NYC gear. I mean...this blog is called "Manhattan Emily." He does love this city (I think?). When we're out strollin', he sleeps through the loudest sirens, taxi horns, garbage trucks and more. It's impressive really. I guess he got used to that quick in-utero!
Sometimes I really can't believe we had a child in NYC. Wherever this little Bear ends up, he will always have that...and that's pretty nifty. And so is the $17,300 bill I just got today for his hospital birth (thank you dear Lord for health insurance). Even still, it is worth every little penny. Happy 8 Weeks, Bear! You're coming along quite perfectly (but I might be a little biased).
Bear is 8 weeks old today (and over 12 lbs!) and I honestly can't even talk about. It's all so bittersweet. Being at home with him every day these last 8 weeks has been the best time of my life. I never want it to end. And every day...I contemplate that there will be an end to this time. I feel so grateful for 12 weeks of sheer awesomeness/exhaustion. I'm not sure how people manage with less maternity leave. 3 months, I think, will just scratch the surface. I still haven't figured out how to shower during the day and get out of my pj's. Hopefully I can figure that out in the next 4 weeks before I return to work. Until then, I will continue soaking up every ounce of this little guy.
More non-baby-related blogs to come...someday. I hope.