Today marks the 2nd week of Isabella's arrival into the world and rest assured......she definitely has arrived. I've decided that parenting, at least in the first few weeks of life is a test of endurance. My last 8 hours of consecutive sleep was the night before I went into the hospital and regrettably I did not savour every blissful moment. These days I consider myself lucky to get a 3 hour stretch. When I think of endurance races, the ultramarathoners take the cake in my book. These guys run 50 or 100 mile races, often for 24 hours or more and push themselves past physical and mental barriers that the average person will never experience. For me, the physical and mental battle usually occurs at 4 am when I've been awake trying to put Isabella to sleep for the last hour and I lay her down and claim victory only for her to awaken 10 minutes later and the process starts all over again. The joys of motherhood......but remembering the words of the ladies whom I viewed with skepticism...."I wouldn't trade this for the world."
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