I want to remember the moments of the first few weeks of your life. I want to remember your wide eyed stare as they laid you bundled upon me, so calm and alert. "Welcome to the world," I said in awe and disbelief that you were finally here. I looked up toward your father, who nodded and smiled softly as we named you Isabel Shea. I want to remember our anticipation to see you just a few hours into life and how your dad cheered, "I wanna go see Isabel" with so much joy in his voice. I want to remember how nervous I was to see you in the warmer in the nicu, but how instinctually you melted in my arms and latched on to feed for the first time. With closed eyes, I felt like you knew I was yours. I couldn't believe you were mine.
That first week Daddy spoke about your sweet smell on him and hoped it would never fade away. I kept watching him watch you, so in awe, and so in love. I didn't know I could love him more than I already do until I saw the way he looked at you. I'll never forget when he started humming "Oh pretty baby" and how right that fit since we couldn't take our eyes off you. I lay with you now and my eyes well up with tears of how much emotion my heart can hold. I love when you curl into a ball and fall asleep on my chest. I love when you dream and the expressions your face makes, all the smiles and smirks. I love kissing your head and breathing your sweet baby smell. I love your warmth and coziness as your body snuggles up to mine. I love seeing your eyes open and stare so innocently and curiously at us. I anticipate all these first moments you will have this year, that we get to witness, your father and I. I will be mindful of each first Oh how I adore our little family of three.
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