|One week old. Photo by Julie Flynn|
A friend recently called the first weeks of life magical days. It really and truly is (so long as one can sleep). I have had to learn to put aside the never ending to-do lists (OK, not completely - the daily to-dos have been replaced by one big whiteboard for the next few weeks) and relax and revel in micro-accomplishments--a full feed, Gideon self-soothing himself back to sleep, getting ready before 10:00 a.m.
As I have relaxed, I have allowed myself to be awed by the wonderment of a new babyhood. Never will he be this small again. Never will it be just the three of us again. Never will Lance have this much paternity leave again.
And so I stare, and sometimes weep. And sing over an over again the lullaby about this baby being all mine in his loveliness.
|I know smiles at this stage are suppose to be gas-induced, |
but I'm pretty sure the full eye-smiles with no sign of
gas are the real deal.
|Loving visits from friends.|