my goodness. the days seemed to drag and the weeks, never ending. but 12 weeks have blurred into one long series of moments. each moment filled with the omnipresent baby.
on may 15th, our healthy bundle of happiness was born at 8 lbs, 4 oz. quietly ( okay, with one loud yell ) in our bedroom as the morning sun shone through our window. i had whimpered away during the night with every hard contraction, waiting for the magic 4 minute timing. by early morning, i needed to push and not realizing i was off on my timing, the midwife rushed over to barely catch the little one.
we were an instant family at 8:05 am. i was hysterically happy and so overjoyed that she was here, in our arms.
every sight i’ve ever witnessed, every person i’ve ever cherished, every film i’ve adored, every gastronomic pleasure i’ve consumed, every piece of work i’ve created, everything, everything i’ve experienced in my life washed away so softly and my being was completely still. still and present with this brand new and tiny human which we named Olive.