I've been a little bit O.C.D over capturing and trying to preserve every minute of his babyhood. It all goes to fast. I sit in this rocking chair, which is filled with late afternoon sun. He is asleep, his head resting on my chest, my cheek resting on his head. Him sighing every so often in his sleep and his big grunts make me smile. I breathe in the smell of warm milk that is nestled in his neck and the Mustela lotion I just put on him.
After awhile, my eyes land on the ginormously full laundry basket and the utter chaos that the living room has turned into since his birth. I should do something, anything. But there is just something lately that is telling me to slow down. Not only with him but with all of them.
And I'm reminded of the old poem
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
I cant believe how much he has changed in just 4 short weeks. Everyday you see more of a person. The time with a newborn is fleeting. It goes much to fast.
So, I stare, kiss, hold, sing, snuggle, and love that much harder and that much deeper.
This time, I know how fast it goes.
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