Since having Maxton I have changed. Duh, right? But seriously, I have become a completely different person that resides in my old (slightly flabbier and stretch mark covered) body. I am on two ends of the spectrum. I am this fierce, protective mommy. My husband calls me, "Mama Bear" as I hover around anyone who messes with ( AKA holds) MY baby and dares to do it "wrong". I give a look of the highest warning to those who want to touch MY baby and infest them with their germs. I think the world should revolve around his eating and sleeping schedule and then completely stop when he smiles. I cry at the thought of leaving him in daycare even though I will be in the same building and will see him every 2 hours.
On the other end of the spectrum, I am filled with a calm and inner peace I never knew possible. Nothing else matters. I don't need to have anxiety about anything because HE needs me to be calm for him. All he needs is love and my milk - both of which I gladly provide. So I lay around most days smiling and cooing at him and then nursing him. We have a love affair, Max and I. I feel more at peace than I ever have in my life.
Now to find the balance. To be at peace when others hold him, while he's being cared for by others because I must work. To let my own family hold him and share in his magic without "Mama Bear" hovering...
I'm working on it.