He's amazing. He's a fantastic baby, barely crying, sleeping for long stretches (well, maybe not these last few nights...), and eating like a champ. TH is in LOVE. He's fantastic with Babel and loves him dearly. The little guy is so tiny, but he's already changed so much in a week. He squirms like a little bird, and he's so expressive. Put simply, we're happily in love. I wish we could wrap these days up into a little package that lasted forever.
I have lots to say and no time to say it all. I also don't know that I'm ready to share the full detail of the 30 hour labor, but I know that I need to in order to heal a bit from it. I'm full of emotions, and it's hard to settle down at night to fall asleep before the long hours with Babel begin. I'm exclusively breastfeeding on demand, so TH can't take the night calls with me that much. He'd love to if he could. He's been coming to bed with me when I lay down to help me calm down, recharge my soul, and let some of the love pour out. What they don't tell you about loving a child is how much more it makes you love your spouse. I could cling to TH with just as much vigor as I have for holding Babel while he soundly sleeps. It's nothing short of amazing, and I think these coming days are what will really heal me from the traumas of the infertility. It's hard to believe this all really just came true, but my God, it's great.
With that, I'll leave you with a few pics, including the treasured baby armpit that tortured me so many weeks ago. It's just as perfect as I knew it would be.
