Our boy was born Friday. It was so different from the birth of our first baby.
We got to hold him for the first two hours, skin to skin. His little cheeks were chubby and he looked around, so alert.
Big brother, P, came to visit. He was fascinated.
Our first baby had to go to the NICU immediately after birth. This boy stayed in our room, a full 40 weeks old and the answer to so many prayers. My heart could not contain the joy and gratitude.
We brought him home the next day. Big brother announcing, "My turn!" He was so anxious to examine his little hands and feet and show him around the house.
We're exhausted but thrilled and looking forward to what comes next.
So is this little guy, apparently.