In With the New

I've decided that this blog needs to go in a new direction.  I've been compelled to use this blog as a means to remember special memories, thoughts, and feelings I have for my beautiful boy, Liam.  


Dear Liam,

It has been 3 wonderful weeks since you've been home! You are almost 9 pounds! It is a welcomed experience not to have to sit in a room with beeping monitors and nurses and doctors walking by, and a simple curtain to give us privacy when we visited you.

I have to be honest. When I first got you home, I was terrified.  Those heart and oxygen monitors were both a blessing and a curse. On the car ride home, I wondered what the numbers would read if you were still hooked onto them.  Yet, I hated to see when your heart rate or oxygen would dip when you were still a tiny preemie.  One of my favorite parts of your homecoming was seeing your dad finally take off the leads or wires connecting you to the monitors FOREVER! It was almost like we were doing something illegally, but it felt so empowering!  I have to watch you move and breathe now and then to make sure everything's okay.  But I think every parents does that with their new born baby:)

I absolutely adore when your father holds you. It is probably one of the most beautiful sights I've ever known. It melts my heart when you two are chest to chest, completely content in your sleep. Sometimes I can't fathom that we made you, that part of us is in you.  We both agree that you are the best thing we've ever done.  We are so happy to have been blessed with you.

My favorite moments with you is when we have our staring contests:). You look at me with such concentration, and I just know that you know I'm your mother.  I love that you know the sound of my voice, my smell, and my touch.  I love that when you hear my voice, you stop crying and are comforted.

Daddy put you in his Baby Bjorn the first week you were home. He kept telling me how excited he was that you had passed the 5lb mark so he could put you in it! He is still trying to get me to let him bring you to his wrestling tournaments, with you riding in the baby Baby Bjorn. He also says you can play on your play mat while the bigger boys wrestle on their wrestling mats.  ::shaking my head::

We are incredibly proud of you.  You were so tiny, at one point 2lbs 6 oz, and you left the hospital at 6 lbs 8 oz!  I'm sure they were ready to kick you out of there before you ate all the other babies' food!  You are a testament to the fact that miracles are alive and well in this world.  We prayed and prayed for you, and God has been good to answer all our prayers.  Every time we thought you might be sick, we prayed, and you never got an infection.  We are so thankful we were given such a strong little boy.

Your grandparents are in complete awe of you.  They came to the hospital everyday to see you and made sure you knew you were loved.  They are spoiling you rotten, and I'm sure that will continue for many years to come.

I am so honored and happy I am your mommy.  I promise that I will be what you need me to be.  Your dad and I will teach you about the God who so kindly spared your life and has allowed us to be your parents. We hope that you will grow into an exemplary man, the kind who holds doors, speaks kindly, does good unto others, and loves his family, friends, and life.

In many ways, you are my hero, and I know you will continue to amaze me throughout our lives.  


With all my love,
Mom