The next morning I pushed myself to get out of bed and walk down to the NICU. It may have taken me 15 minutes and a heart attack to my nurse when she saw me walk out of my room alone, but I did it. I just had to see my little creature again. When I walked into his room and saw my sweet baby boy all swaddled up in a blanket and sound asleep, that's when it hit me. This is MY baby. MY baby that I took care of all by myself for the past 8 months. MY baby that I get to take home and have forever. MY sweet, sweet little baby. Tears began to stroll down my face as I began to realize it all. I hadn't ever had an experience more amazing than that. I held that little baby in my arms for an hour, just watching him sleep. He was my miracle baby. A baby that would grow big and strong and not be so small to where I can cuddle him in my arms.
To my surprise, just after a year, he's not that easy to cuddle with in my arms. I thought I'd have a little bit longer but my little baby is a little man already! And when I say little, I mean big haha. He has taught me so many things in just a year. Things like, patience. Which I didn't develop until he came, seriously. Also little quirky things like- never assume the diaper is going to hold the whole mess. If there's too much, it'll leak and leak and get everywhere. And do I mean EVERYWHERE. It doesn't matter if you're in public or at home, it's gonna happen. I've also learned boys are gross. They fart and poop and spit and itch themselves in unknown places. Their is no manners when it comes to them- they just do it when they want and wherever they want. Coming from a family of all girls, I got to learn this the hard way. Oh well, I'm mean what can you do, right? It doesn't matter to me though, I love my little baby whether he's poopy or not. He's more than I could ever deserve and I'm so glad He chose me and his daddy to raise him in this crazy world. He has been a blessing to brennen and I and I'm so grateful that we can be sealed as a family for eternity :)