Sunday, August 21, 2016

The Hospital

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.
We napped
and snacked
and took pictures
and rejoiced together in our little chub.

I still can't believe he is ours.

1 comment:

  1. I remember this experience 3 times over. Mine did not go as well, but, it was still amazing to me. I love how you put your feelings into words. I will say it again, you should write books. I believe children's books would be a good start. You and Sam might not realize it, but you are the most amazing people and parents that I know. You are both talented beyond words. God really does send His angels to earth and they are in the form of children. Sure other angels come, still, children do more to change lives and hearts than any other.Your's are perfect examples. I love you all more than mortal words can express.


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