Four Days

You're four days old today.

As these things are counted.

In a way it's still all surreal. The amazing fact that you were inside your mother for all that time. All that build up. All that waiting. When we could just feel your kicks through her stomach.

Now you're here in our arms.

You've owned our hearts from the second you entered our world.

Things I would never have considered cute... Suddenly they are. There's something about someone pooping on your for the first time. With any other person, I'd be kind of offended by it. With you, it's completely ok. It happened in the first hour you were out by the way.

There's even something damn cute about watching a four day old fart. The expression on your face. The concentration... the build up... and suddenly the toot. It's adorable.

Things I had initially worried about. Cleaning diapers non-stop. Needing sleep. These things suddenly aren't issues.

The first two nights, you didn't much want to sleep between 1am & 3:30am. I held you in my arms and danced around the room calming you until I was almost ready to fall down. Mom got her sleep. She needed it... That's important.

Last night you let us sleep all night. In fact that's kind of your M.O. right now. You eat, you sleep, you poop and repeat.

You make little warthog noises in your sleep. Little snorts. Again, they are adorable.

You've met both your Grandmothers. You met your Aunt Jess. Tomorrow Uncle Mike flies in from NY.

You're surrounded by love and good people. That's important. These are the things that are important to us and we will make the foundation of your life.

We love you madly. More than we knew we could. It's only been four days.

Just wait til four years... four decades... it'll all be the same.