It's been two weeks since I last blogged, but I only had the baby a week ago (surprise! I had the baby.) I decided at some point that week that rather than document all the sitting around and waiting for the baby to come, I would just sit around and wait. If we heard any advice from people, it was to enjoy our time together because apparently babies change your lives.
The problem with living in the moment is that the moment still passes by -- and not at any slower a pace. So even though David and I did a bunch of eye-gazing and hand-holding and walks in the park and lattes at the cafe and movies in bed, the week still flew ahead. And now we have a baby.
He is a perfect baby boy (we even have his 1-minute APGAR score on the fridge), and, yet again, we are absolutely taking nothing for granted. We've pretty much spent the week sneaking naps, staring at the boy, and repeating how lucky we are.
I haven't blogged since he was born -- not because I haven't had the time, but because I'm focusing on enjoying that time rather than documenting it. Forgive me. Babies grow up quickly, or so I'm told.
As requested, here are some tiny fingers and noses.
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