In love all over again

Our little guy was born almost a month ago and it's already impossible to imagine life without him.  He's just perfect, and it was love at first sight (at least for his parents -- hopefully he feels the same way about us). 

The adjustment period has been...um...interesting.  But we're getting there.  He's a wonderful baby.  He eats a lot.  (No idea where he gets that...)  The added challenge of planning an international move makes things a bit more stressful around here.  Sometimes I yearn for a little more stability, but at the same time, I am very excited about life in Brazil and I know that some semblance of normalcy will return once we are settled in at our new home.  I just hope I haven't forgotten all my Portuguese!

So far, the parenting detail I think I was least prepared for was my emotional reaction every time my baby cries.  I was prepared for sleepless nights (at least in theory); I was prepared for poopy diapers; I was prepared for the idea that finding the time for a shower might become a luxury and that the little one would quickly become the boss of our household.  I knew that he would cry, but no one told me how awful that would make me feel!  I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my body every time he starts crying, and I want to make it all better right away.  The books (and the pediatrician!) tell me that this is not good for my baby, that I do need to let him cry sometimes.  Good lord is that difficult! 

And speaking of the little guy, he has woken up from his nap and his crying is pulling at my heart strings again.  Not sure if I will be able to let him cry this time or not...but at least going to check on him.