Saturday, April 6, 2013

Days of Magic

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  I have had to learn to put aside the never ending to-do lists (OK, not completely - the daily to-dos have been replaced by one big whiteboard for the next few weeks) and relax and revel in micro-accomplishments--a full feed, Gideon self-soothing himself back to sleep, getting ready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.


  1. Lorianne, you are amazing! So beautiful, and of course, so is your sweet baby. Congratulations!

  2. Lorianne! What a beautiful little baby and a lovely post. Thank you for sharing and congratulations to you and Lance!!