Baby Love

Dezzy has been here for two weeks. New mommyhood has been a different experience this time around. I am not mired by postpartum insanity or cardiomyopathy nonsense. For the first time I am able to really truly experience what it FEELS like to be a brand new mommy, not just to go through the motions. There is tenderness in the first few weeks of a baby’s life and I am so blessed that I am able to notice it, delight in it, and heck, roll around in it. I missed that the first two times.

Desmond is what I lovingly refer to as a “grouch pouch”. If he is awake—okay, and when he is asleep too—he is usually groaning, grunting, and occasionally roaring like a lion. He has an innate talent for the “stink-eye” and lays it on thick unless he is being fed, snuggled, or brushed. This makes for a very exhausted mommy and daddy, but I get a kick out of my opinionated boy. I am interested to see if this behavior is an actual personality trait or just newborn gas. Only time will tell.

I love snuggling with my warm, gooey little package. I like to rub my face in his hair and breathe in all of his good baby smells. I love holding his potato bug body close to me as he nurses. I love his cute little bum and his round, happy belly. I love his button-nose, his jagged part-line, and his long ticklish toes.

Here’s a few pictures of this past week: