This was the first picture I took of Simon. Meeting him was a whirlwind of emotions. Joy that he had finally arrive. Wonder at how beautiful he was. And then worry as the doctors determined he was having breathing problems. I went with him to the NICU while Amanda recovered. I spent an hour or two (who can keep track of time in that situation) alone with Simon in the NICU. I talked to him and told him how much I loved him. My beautiful baby boy was covered in wires and I couldn’t hold him close how I wanted. But I could hold his tiny little hand.
I called this “teaching my boy how to nap”. I wasn’t actually asleep but I was showing him the proper technique for couch napping. He was so little and slept so much I just wanted to make sure he got the most out of it, ya know?
Look. At. That. Little. Dude.
He still sleeps sprawled out like that it just takes up more space. I love his outfit, it’s what we took him to Christmas Eve mass in. It’s a little heartbreaking to see the oxygen cord though. I remember his first month so vividly in my brain but I remember all the positive things and I often forget how hard it was to have him on oxygen. I will say we got really good at putting his onesies on from the bottom since we couldn’t go over his head!