The other night when I was so tired but could not sleep so I thought to myself what do I want to remember as a mother of a 3 day old. I thought I want to remember the love and excitement that everyone has shown for this super cute baby! (I have some unbiased opinions to bae that on, the student nurses told us when we were about to leave that he was voted cutest baby in the nursery by all the nurses. It was quite an accomplishment cause there were 12 babies in there!) He has so many people that love him and came to see him as a new baby. I have also felt that love directed at me also. I want to remember his little smiles when he sleeps. You can just see that he is super happy. How he grabs onto my neckless when I am holding him by my neck! I want to remember how I feel when I start talking and he turns because he knows that it is me. I want to remember that he turned the first time he heard JAG outside of the whom cause he recognized the music. The love that I feel for this little human who has only been in my life for 6 days. It grows every time I hold him.
The thing I want to remember the most is Dave! The worry and awe in his face when I was pushing during labor! How cute he is when he tells McCovey to stop crying and he listens. When that wears off he is going to be so sad. How excited he was when he got some alone time and they finally made a true, deep connection. Dave's face when he calls him his boy! Having a baby has made me love my husband more than ever! I don't want to forget that. I don't want to forget how grateful and lucky I am. To have a baby and husband seriously humbles me on how blessed I am. I know that they are tender mercies from Heavenly Father. I know that hard times will come our way but I wanted to write these things down so I can always come back and read them. There was more but between day 3 and day 6 can't remember all of the things my list!
I took these pictures after he pooped and peed on me in one diaper change! He was pretty proud of himself.
Mom loving on him!
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