Luther at only 20 minutes old...
24 hours old...
These hours and days are demanding and tiring yet incredible all at the same time. Gwendolyn and Conrad are doing really well (and sleeping in!), which is such a blessing. They love their new brother and are so kind and gentle with him. It's been great having help as well! My parents were here and stayed with the big kids while we enjoyed our time in the hospital, and then Tom was home for a few days, and now his parents are here until the end of the week (currently out getting groceries...I could get used to this!) Gwendolyn and Conrad are getting a lot of love and attention, which I know will be more difficult when it's just mommy at home during the day. Like other changes in life, we'll adjust. Eventually.
Immense love.
That's what I think of when I think of our Luther Thomas.
I love him with all of my being.
Every inch of him.
His high pitched cry.
(Sometimes for no reason, but other than to remind us all he's here.)
His super soft squishy cheeks.
His hairy back and shoulders.
His big bright eyes.
His dark hair. (What there is of it.)
His button nose.
His little lips.
His quiet little burps.
And baby breath.
And the different faces he makes when he's sleeping.
His hairline.
His incredible soft hands.
His little fingernails.
And itty bitty toenails.
And long fingers.
And big feet.
And long, skinny legs.
The way he sighs when sleeping.
His goose noises when nursing....just like his brother made.
His yawns.
His contentedness.
The way he fits so perfectly under my chin.
His "slow blinks."
The way he prefers to have both arms up when he's laying on my chest.
His short eyelashes.
His adorable hiccups.
The way his bottom feels in a diaper (squish).
How he squirms when I rub his back.
How delicious he smells after a bath.
The way he loves the sound machine.
How relaxed he is once fed and changed.
The way he furrows his brow.
His knees.
And elbows.
And shoulders.
And knuckles.
(All so little and miniature!)
His warmth.
His adorable leg rolls when his legs are bent.
His breath on my neck in the middle of the night.
Being cheek to cheek.
The way his forehead wrinkles when his eyes are open.
Seeing him with his brother and sister.
His three, four, even five (it's happened twice!) hour sleep stretches.
The way he looks in clothes.
...and in his car seat.
...and in his daddy's arms.
I think he's just wonderful. Simply incredible.
And I'm so thankful that God picked me to be his mommy.
Three kids.
Three healthy, beautiful, loving kids.
We're so blessed.
With all my heart, I say thank you, Lord.
More to come...
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