Lately I’ve been thinking back to when I first saw my son. I met him twice before I really met him. Let me explain. My son was first introduced to me as they were rushing him to the NICU and they were putting me under, I don’t remember it at all. Luckily my husband was able to snap a couple of pictures when it happened. After they put me all back together, they wheeled the gurney into the NICU for me to see him. I was still coming off of the anesthesia and barely remember this. I do remember them trying to fit the gurney between all those precious boxes caring for little babies, but I don’t really remember seeing my son.
Today I was thinking about the first time I held him. Movies always show that amazing moment that the new mom and dad bond with their child for the first time. The baby barely an hour old, mom looking a bit ragged, and dad looking awed. This isn’t a moment my husband and I had. Continue reading