Last night we spent the night walking the hall, the light from the bathroom pouring over the hardwood, illuminating the spill of books and toys littered over our path. We switched to rocking for a while, and he calmed as I rubbed his back and drank in the smell of him. I watched numbers on the clock change 8:30, 9:30, 10:00, 1:30, 4:30, 6:30, 8:00 his little sniffle kept waking him; despite the tiredness seeping into my bones, there is nothing I would trade for the honour of knowing and holding sweet Winston. This morning the light peeked through the window and brushed over his downey hair, his long lashes rested on his chubby cheeks as he nursed, and I held his dimpled little hand and with a sigh he drifted back to dreamland, a little smile on his lips.
I marvel that he is here, after all of the waiting and dreaming and hoping for him, he is now in my arms and has been for 8 whole weeks. I can’t believe that it has been two months of him being home, and that I am now facing packing up his newborn clothes and putting them away. Here I am again heart filled but realizing that I am on the fast track again watching another one of my sweet babes grow and change; I try to hold on to his “little-hood” for as long as I can, basking in the cuddles, his little coos, the crooked grin he practices on his sisters, all while I also excitedly await getting to know his little personality, idiosyncrasies, and all of his ways as he awakes to the great big world.
I am pleased to introduce to you my sweet Winston. When he was 8 days old, we went to the studio to get these photos of him at his littlest, sleeping soundly and still curled up and cuddly.