One, Two, Three!

Three years ago today I was hee-heeing and whistling (weird, I know but for some reason it worked!) my way through contractions that brought our firstborn baby boy into the world at 4:43pm.

the beloved ice chips, yay for ice chips!

(seeing Grayson for the first time. i think i look relieved-how about you?)

The best first advice I got as a brand new mom was from my doctor, the greatest OB in the universe (she had already delivered five babies in a row and came in to check me last. I was 9 cm. She picked up the phone, called someone and said, "I'll be a little late, I have one more baby who wants to meet his mom tonight." See? Love her.) She told me to bring a pen and paper with me to my recovery room because you'll never "be able to reinvent those first few precious moments you have with your new baby," once you get home and life gets underway. I followed her advice religiously for 9 months with great result so I wasn't about to stop now. I'm copying what I wrote free-hand so I can have it on this here bloggity to visit when I'm feeling particularly sappy.

Happy Birthday, Grayson. You are getting to be such a big boy but you'll always be my baby.

10/10/06

2:30 a.m.

Little heart-shaped face

stares back at me and

I forget where I am.

Already reminded of becoming

your mom, I smile at

the thought of seeing

you, of greeting you

every day ahead.

You are a precious gem of strength,

sweetness, and not yet

defined beautify that

is pouring from those

light-shy eyes. I've known

you one night and I've known

how to love you forever.

Easy-going nature, I

build my dreams around us-

the new family of four

here to give you the best

of ourselves as thanks

for the blessing that is you, that

is our son.

Love you always,

Mom, Dad, and Sadie

xoxoxoxoxoxo