Which one is mine?

This is technically when we first met... sadly I don't remember this at all.

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.

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Three Days

There are no words for what I felt in this moment. There were just too many feelings.

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