I barely remember holding Wheeler for the first time. He was five hours old before I got to hold him. When he was born he was running a fever and they had to whisk him off to the nursery for antibiotics and to check him out. I knew he would be fine. I knew the hospital should have started me on an IV antibiotic the night before when I came in and my water was leaking. They had made the decision to wait for my doctor the next morning, unless I progressed. After he was whisked away, I had some minor complications. Nothing major. I just couldn't hold him for a while.
John says this is one of his favorite pictures of me and Wheeler, when I finally got to hold him at about two in the morning.
I do remember six in the morning when the nurses brought him to me. I remember thinking "Oh wow! He's really mine!"
We've had some great moments together over the past three years.
|my new Jeep|
|with my cousins|
|Spending the holidays with family|
|Christmas with Mommy and Daddy at Fantasy of Trees|
|cooking with mom|
|My first surgery|
|going to the circus|
My life has changed so much, as I know any mom's does. I truly don't miss sleeping in, alone time, or peeing by myself. I love the snuggles, the "I love you's" and the kisses. I live to see his smile each day and feel his little arms wrapped around my neck. All too soon this will all be over. I cherish every moment with him and thank God everyday for allowing me the privilege of being his mommy.