Ian in his dino outfit. 1 day old.
Isn't that an amazing feeling? It was the very first time that I didn't ask someone what I should do. It wasn't like asking the nurses what you should use for a diaper rash. It wasn't like asking my mother how to cure his gas. It was the first time I ever decided for myself what to do. He was just one day old. This may not seem like a big moment for anyone else, but it always will be for me. It was one of the defining moments of becoming a Mother.
Looking at this picture, I sometimes wish that I could go back to that day. I wish that I could feel the comfort the post-partum rooms again. So many people can't wait to leave the hospital after they deliver, but for me, it holds a special place in my heart. It is so full of new life. Maternity wards and Mother/Baby wards always give me the chills. I swear, I can just feel all of the love there.
I wish I could go back and stroke his soft little head, and brand new hair again. I long to kiss his tiny little lips, and smell his sugar sweet breath. Sometimes I just miss nursing him, and the closeness that it gave us. But mostly I miss the excitement that comes along with having a new baby. There is no feeling like having a tiny little person in your hands.
But, he has grown into a little boy now, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. He is beautiful, smart, funny, loving, and so much fun. Sometimes it's just hard to believe that he is the same little boy in that picture.