There was a soft glow from the window behind me. I was under warm, clean, white sheets. Two thick pillows held my head while I looked at you, a heavy 9lb 1oz newborn, on my chest. I was exhausted from the laborious night. My eyes, heavy, and weak fought to focus in on your little face. Matthew to my right, a brand new father, a brand new role model, was beaming with pride and joy. These were my first moments as your new mother. The next two weeks brought discouragement & fear as we had major difficulties with nursing, along with the 5 days you spent in the NICU. Those days felt like they would never end, but here we are. ONE year later. One year of growing. One year of learning. One year of tears. One year of laughing. One year of not sleeping. One year of loving. One year of JOY.
I am quickly learning how fleeting my days are with you. I pray the Lord uses you and your playful, contagious, sweet, fuzzy headed self, in mighty ways.