It took Three months.

As I wrote out the title for this blog, I couldn't help but laugh to myself. There are so many tears, laughs, memories and hardships that lye indefinitely in that little sentence. You read the funny articles on Facebook, you hear the warnings as you walk around bearing a giant belly below you, and you prepare yourself as much as you can for 9 months until before you know it, your sitting there in a hospital bed with a squishy baby that you don't know staring up at you. It's a process that happens the same way for every woman but so differently as well. The last 3 months have been a Journey that was unexpected on so many levels.

The first month was a blur filled with casseroles, fruit salads and family. I can hardly remember it all because It was all so new and shocking.

 The second month was a rude awakening. I can still remember laying in my bed at night with my husband snoring away next to me as nothing ever changed, and I thought to myself how different life was. The challenge of trying to fit normal day activities in to a 3 hour span of time because my daughter needs to eat every three hours. The challenge of carrying a heavy car seat down 32 steps every day and maneuvering her in to the tiny back seat of my Elantra. The challenge of learning to take care of yourself as well as a baby that needs you and a husband that works hard for the both of you.

 The third month: the best yet. I've settled in to a routine with my squishy baby, She has transformed from a little stranger to my whole entire life. My perfect daughter was gifted with this personality that just radiates. She looks up at me with her big blue eyes and a feeling washes over me that makes everything right in the world. She makes those 32 steps and sleepless nights vanish and all I see is a future, Filled with smiles, baking cookies, crafts and school shopping. My plan is to give her the life that she deserves.

Hallie Grace was exactly what I needed in this unpredictable life, A constant. A constant reminder that no matter how many bills come in the mail, or how many time my husbands car breaks down that this life is short and those things don't make up the whole picture. They are just bumps in this Journey we call life.