I still remember the raw emotions.
Excitement, fear, worry, happiness, joy.
I still remember praying endlessly the entire 17 hours before they said “it’s time to do this.”
And then the following 4 hours of pushing.
And then the hour in the operating room.
And then the most pleading prayer of my life when you didn’t cry.
As most of you know, we had our gender reveal party this past weekend.
I definitely had mixed feelings because with my first pregnancy, we didn’t find out the gender, and that was amazing. I loved that. I loved the not-knowing…
We have twenty-three days left with our baby before he
jumps leaps into toddlerhood.
The only reason I know the number is because I’m crying on the inside every day that number gets smaller and smaller. (What is it about time and age that can be a thief of joy?) Continue reading
The first moment I held my boy, 4 hours after he was taken out via emergency c-section.
5 months ago, when I was awake every two hours, all night long, with a crying, hungry newborn baby…I admit that I was hoping time would go faster, and hoping for some longer periods of sleep, and hoping he would decide to sleep during the night instead of the day. Continue reading