A 9 week old Isaiah (can you believe he was 5lb 4oz when he was born??
In someways it seems like just yesterday that my third was a tiny baby. One other days it seems like he has been a big boy for years. It took us years to concieve our first, Noah. When I had him it was the world shifted in this insanely HUGE way. I felt like my heart literally exploded with love. He was the most peaceful, serene baby and brought nothing but joy to us. So much so we keep adding more kiddos.
Though Jordan's birth and infant days were WAY more difficult (colicky premie with food allergies), he was still just the most amazing baby. I was scared that whole pregnancy.. How could I possibly love this baby as much as Noah?? Those fears were easily put to rest the first time I held him.
When I was carrying Isaiah I had none of those worries, I knew the limitless bounds of love a mother can feel for her children. His birth was a dream and the days following even better! One of my biggest mommy memories was nursing Isaiah for the first time, he was the first child I successfully did. It was a connection the exceeded any dream I had.
Flash forward three years and three more pregnancies lost, I am pregnant again! We are hopeful this little one makes it strong and healthy into our arms. He/she will have 4,6,8yo brothers! Last time we brought a baby home we had three in diapers~
this time it will be only one! I guess I have a lot of things to re-learn!
This post is dedicated to Kristen and Rebecca who are both about ready to birth some babies. Click on over and join in the shower fun from the button below
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