Two weeks ago, I couldn't imagine life getting any better. Our family of four with one on the way was in such a good place. One night, right before bed, I confided in Raleigh that I didn't want this feeling to go away; I didn't want us to get all out of sync once the baby was born and we were in the new house. I knew change was coming and I could only hope that the change would be good.
One week ago, at 4:16 p.m. change came.
We met Ridley.
And now? I can't imagine life without him.
His birth was similar yet so different from the girls. He was born premature at 34 weeks but was healthy at six pounds and two ounces and 19 1/4 inches long. For the first time ever, I heard a baby cry as he left my womb and came into this world. Y'all, I heard him cry. Words can't express how thankful I was to hear the sobs of our newborn boy. When he was placed in Raleigh's arms right after birth, I was overcome with emotion knowing that he was okay.
Recovering from the c-section takes time but getting to hold him, feed him, and snuggle with him has been the best medicine for this mommy of three.
Already, there is something different about having a little boy. He's mine and I love him tenderly. His round cheeks, slanted eyes, button nose and curled up bottom lip just do me in. I'm already a sucker for him and can't get enough.
Raleigh, of course, is an amazing dad to his little guy. He swaddles him like a pro and is a master diaper changer. They've already read comics together and watched The Avengers. You know, bonding and stuff.
My heart beats a little faster when I walk in the room and see my two guys hanging out. Ridley doesn't even know yet how blessed he is to have Raleigh as his dad.
Adeline and Maralee are adjusting to being big sisters. They were a little scared to see Mommy in the hospital bed but once I was detached from all the tubes and able to move around the room they got more comfortable visiting.
The first time Adi saw her baby brother through the nursery window, she was so proud. Raleigh said he could see tears in her eyes. Oh, does that make me proud of her!
Maralee loves to hold Ridley and has even helped organize his clothes since we've been home. However, she misses her Mommy time and gets upset a lot quicker these days. I think she's still processing how all this works and my best solution is to give her lots of hugs. My sweet girl is growing up.
Our families have been saints to us once again.
Really, I don't know how we could do it if we didn't have them. My house is clean, my children are safe, and my heart is full of appreciation.
Now that we are home from the hospital, life has changed but it's been good.
New schedules, new routines, and packing for a soon-to-be-ready new house occupy our days. We have the best friends bringing us meals and sharing their love with us during this new season.
I'm already trying to slow down time, soaking in everything about Ridley as a newborn. How he grunts and makes sweet little sounds right before mealtime and how afterward he rolls his head back and closes his eyes; happy and full. His little fingers are magnets to his mouth and I love it when he balls them into a fist next to my skin. After his first bath, his hair laid fuzzy on his head like a mohawk and his skin smelled as sweet as spring.
He doesn't fit into any of his clothes yet but I already love dressing him in all his blue, green, and grey. At night, he sleeps in his bassinet (thank you Lauren!) right beside me and his sweet embrace makes the late night feeds worth any sleep that I lose.
We've already been on two walks, trying to soak up all this warm weather in the midst of such a cold winter. It's like every day I have a date with my little man and I can't help but smile thinking about him.
Till next time, let your light shine!