J and I decided from the get-go that we wanted time to ourselves with our new little one. No guests. No visitors. No one telling us how to take care of him. Just the two of us, watching over him and figuring out who he is.
For the first few weeks, we stayed at home (mostly in bed) and adjusted to our new lives as parents. This teeny tiny human just entered into the world, and we knew we would never get these first moments back. I don’t want to mislead you. It was hard. There were tears and many moments where we felt overwhelmed. Still, it is a decision I am happy we made. These first few weeks are a time I will want to return to for the rest of my life.
Each day he’s growing and changing at such amazing speeds. There are times that he looks like J, and every now and then, I catch of glimpse of me. He sleeps with both arms overhead, observes the world from over my shoulder while burping, and pokes his head out of the wrap when I wear him so we can check each other out. He chuckles whole heartedly in his sleep and blows spit bubbles in the morning. Oh yea, and he spits up everywhere.
Time seems to be slipping away since he’s come into our lives, and we are grateful to have spent this month with him all to ourselves.
I don’t want to miss any of it. Remember this. Remember him. Because with each day, he is new.