And so begins the fleeting journey of a newborn. All day I daydream what it will be like to hear his first giggles and hold hands walking down the street. How excited he will be to kick a soccer ball. If he will like dinosaurs or spaceships. And the larger part of me is trying to soak in this delicious itty baby with all my heart. I know he won't be a dreamy tiny newborn for very long. So I don't mind the night feedings and mountains of diapers. I embrace it. I miss him when he is sleeping. Each night I snuggle him to my chest as close as I can because I know one day he won't let me. He wakes me up with his coos and by grabbing on to the top of my shirt with his tiny hands. My heart melts every time. 2 am, 4 am, whenever.
He's already gained weight from his birth and I can't imagine what he will be like in 3 months or more. I'm not ready to yet.
I know a lot of new parents can't wait to move out of the newborn phase but I feel like I'm holding on for every last moment.
My tiny boy.
There is no greater feeling than the weight of my child's body resting on my chest. Slowly rising up and down with every small breath.
Breathing in his pure scent and nuzzling the soft spot on the top of his head gently with my lips. Bliss.
I'll never forget it.