One month

A month ago today (and at this exact time - 8:50 in the morning), I was in the hospital getting ready to give birth (the surgery way) to our little miracle Sean. I knew that Branden, Emelyn, and Kevin were and would be in good hands, and that our lives would never be the same again. I know I have talked about what a funny thing time is, but it still surprises me how long a month can seem and how short a month can seem all at the same time. A month is a long time to go without normal sleep, but such a short time when thinking about it in terms of how long someone has been alive. I know Sean is not as new as he was the day he took his first breath of air, but he still feels brand new to me. He still loves feeling the blanket we used to wrap him up in the hospital on his cheek, he still looks for his daddy's voice every time he hears it, he can be calmed down by Emelyn who seems to have a magic touch, he likes listening to Branden play the piano, he appreciates Kevin every time Kevin calms him down with his pacifier, and he still loves being fed by mommy. :) It has been a long slow recovery for me, but at a month, I can see how far I have come, and that feels nice. I continue to be grateful for ALL the help we have received during this recovery /adjusting period of our lives!

Baby Sean

It has been a beautiful thing having this precious baby home with us, and becoming a part of our lives. The other children adore him, and I can't stop looking at him. I am pretty sure he is our last. I don't know if this is the reason I cry at the thought of him being a week old when this has NEVER turned the tears on in me before with our other infants, or the reason I just want to hold him all the time. But for some reason, he invokes these emotions in me that I have never experienced quite like this before. I feel very very blessed to be the mother of my children. They make me a better person.