Babies Don't Keep

Words & Photography
by Clarissa Esquivel



Two months postpartum, and Zeke is wonderful...a bit colicky, but gaining weight like a madman and eating like crazy.

This season in life has always been weird. Even though we are healed up, and don't get me wrong, I'm feeling so smitten with how my family is growing every single day, I still don't feel like myself. I'm tired, I'm anxious, and I'm seriously insecure with myself. I have to keep reminding myself that with every baby, postpartum is always different, and I can't expect to bounce back as I did with Ethan or Millie. So even though nothing fits, my hair looks a hot mess, and my eyes are always tired, I know babies don't keep. First, they're a newborn, then they're five and starting kindergarten, then the next thing you know, you'll be sending them off to college.

So I'm taking it all in, embracing those sleepless nights and messy blowouts, and making sure I smell that newborn smell before it's too late.

So I'm taking it all in, embracing those sleepless nights and messy blowouts, and making sure I smell that newborn smell before it's too late. Embracing these milestones one minute, one day, one month at a time.