It's probably time to pop my head out of my newborn baby bubble. My live-in nanny just walked out the door (oh, sister... move closer), and now I'm thrown into the daily grind, sink or swim. Giddy up.
I'm finding it very difficult to articulate exactly how I feel about bringing this new little boy into the world. He is so unlike my other boys, I am treasuring every minute of getting to know him. Even his birth was a little gift to me--- I was finally able to have the birth experience I've always wanted, going into labor like a normal person, walking (IV-free), squeezing Ben's hand through it all, and finally knowing the feeling of this person emerging simply because my body knew exactly what to do and did it, before the doctor could even get there to catch him.
My house is a wreck most of the time, there are boxes still packed and waiting patiently, dozens of emails to be read, and hundreds of posts in my google reader, but this is the third, and I know how quickly they grow. And so our days are filled with holding this baby who loves loves loves to be held, rubbing his fluffy hairy little head, popsicles for the rest of us, and walks to the park, hopefully squeezing a nap in there somewhere. We are lucky to have a sweet little person to make us all slow down and enjoy every minute of babyness and childhood and family time.
Oh and that newborn smell! We are drinking baby Roman in.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Posted by Carrie at 10:55 AM