1 month ago, I was meeting my son for the first time ever. I was JUST about to see that head full of hair, that cute little nose, and ear, for the first, but certainly not last time, that cry. After a really rough 9 months... I was very ready.
I didn’t get to hold him for almost another hour, and all I could think about while I was recovering from anesthesia (when I was conscious) was what my little boy was doing. Was he safe? Was he clean? Who’d he look most like? (Dada or Me?) Was he warm and comfy? Was he hungry? I remember holding him for the first time and wondering how I could be so in love with something so sweet and so small that I had never even met before.
A months ago today, my husband was sitting next to me and holding my hand in the OR while I had a C-Section. I would have never made it through without him. He was about to see our son for the first time–something we had made out of love for each other. Mason cried and I asked if he was okay, and Dada told me he was fine. Then he had to leave…he got to see the baby, I got sewed up and taken to recovery.
A month ago today, I went from being a soon-to-be-mother to being someone’s mommy. I held this fragile little squirming baby in my arms and realized that he was completely dependent on me for everything. I saw my entire future in this cute little teeny baby face.
A months ago today, I became a mommy.
