Sometimes when I'm alone with a cranky, crying baby I'm so tired I could cry. No one ever tells you it will be this hard. But then the moment passes and I look down at the sweet, tired newborn cradled in my lap and I realize what a blessing he truly is. The long, sleepless nights, sore boobs, overflowing poopy diapers, and crying will be a thing of the past. This moment will pass and someday I'll give anything to hold the weight of my sweet, sleepy newborn against my shoulder as we snuggle late at night. It's hard to appreciate it in the moment, but I will miss this.