f only my son could say all the things that I want to say to people.


"Please don't touch my hands, I put them in my mouth"

"Please don't ask my mom if she's working"

"Please don't ask my dad if he's babysitting"

"Please be nice to my parents, they don't get a lot of sleep"

"No, my hands aren't cold"

"I'm all boy"

"Yes, I'm circumcised"

"Please resist the urge to comment, my parents are doing a great job"

"Please don't stare at my lunch"

"Please don't ask my mom rude questions"

"I'm not staring at you, I'm pooping"

Chalk it up to sheer exhaustion, lack of interest, or the fact that all my free time is spent being a mommy. Whatever the case may be, I'm back. I know I should have been writing about how amazing each new little experience with Brody has been, but I haven't. There's really no excuse for it. That's not to say I haven't thought about it. I'm constantly running a list in my mind of all the wonderful little things that happen on a daily basis. I guess I've just been enjoying my time becoming a mommy.

And now the flood of experiences…

Twelve hours of labor, 2 ½ hours of pushing, monitors, IV's, ripping, stitches, blood, sweat, tears and I finally hear the sweet gurgling cry of my baby. His little gums quiver in the cold he has never before experienced. He is beautiful and perfect. I'm exhausted, but somehow manage to keep a clear head. Maybe it's just the effect of the epidural, but I'm feeling as though my entire body is engulfed in a soft cloud. Is this what peace feels like? I fall asleep. When I wake up, it wasn't all a dream, and my sweet baby boy is by my side staring at me through plexi glass. The urge to hold him close is overwhelming and I can't resist it. I don't think that will ever change. His little body is bundled tight and together we share each other's warmth. Same as before, only now I can look into his sparkling little eyes.

The weeks that follow are a blur of sleepless nights and days of feeding, changing and holding. But I cherish every moment. How could I have been so selfish for so long. This is what life is all about. This is what brings true happiness.

Brody will be three months old on Tuesday. I'm already missing the sweet moments when he was so little and helpless, but I'm absolutely in love with every new little step. He laughs and smiles and coos and everyday finds something new to do with his hands and feet.

My Baby.

My Love.