The time in the hospital after having a baby is always kind of a surreal time for me.
I am one who wants to get home as soon as possible and jump back into real life.
But at the same time, when I look at the plastic bassinet the baby sleeps in,
the faded flannel receiving blankets,
the wrist/ankle ID bands and poked heels,
and the cone-shaped newborn hats,
I am filled with a multitude of tender feelings.
That time in the hospital is unlike any other as we become acquainted with our new babies
and marvel at the newness of life we witness.
This time around we took turns cuddling our babe while Sam read "A Tale of Two Cities" to me.
We looked out over the Salt Lake Valley from our perch up on the mountain and watched the birds frolic on the ledge outside our window.
We introduced Maxwell to his older brothers and a few extended family members.
and took pictures
and rejoiced together in our little chub.
I still can't believe he is ours.