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It has been almost since 5 months since this tiny human entered our lives. Learning to become a mom (up to my impossible standards) has been scary, exhausting, surprising, frustrating, challenging, painful but I wouldn´t change it for the world. My life has changed completely and there are moments in my day when I get a glimpse of happiness and joy like I have never experienced before, it is all because of her.

I had a very difficult delivery to say the least and finally, after 3 days of labor pains and an emergency c-section I met this person that I have been waiting to meet all of my life.
Skipping all of the wonderful (and disgusting) details about motherhood these are the certainties I have:
- You learn to become a great mom (you are not instantly transformed into one), you get better with time and at some point during the firsts months you realize that it is all worth it and that it is okay to make mistakes along the way.
- There is nothing you won´t do to spare your child from any harm and this new light in your life has the power to push you and motivate you like nothing else has in your entire life.
- Your life as you know it is over. This includes taking long showers, eating a warm meal, sleeping more than 8 hours straight, having the freedom to go anywhere alone, etc. The sooner you make peace with this fact, the better you will feel about your new life.
- Babies don´t need much, just milk (or formula) and love. And they will love you no matter what kind of a mess you are.
- Most of the ideas that you had about you would or wouldn´t do while raising your baby are out the window the second you meet your baby.

Julieta you are loved, I want to apologize in advance, I am not perfect but I am trying to be the best for you. You have already made me a better human being; more caring, patient, understanding and kind.  I will forever treasure your first smile, your first laugh, the first time you touched my face, the first time you grabbed my finger and all of your many more firsts to come. I will keep in my heart all of the love that people around me have shown you and I will be forever grateful to have such an amazing husband and mother, without your support I would have been lost.


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