Thirteen days. That’s how long you’ve been living out in this world. Your daddy laughed at me a few days ago when I marveled, “Can you believe we’ve kept him alive for a whole week?!” It’s incredible how dependent you are on us! Incredible… and precious.
Right now you’re snuggled up in a ball on my lap, loosely swaddled (loosely, because you wiggle out of everything) and nestled in a Boppy. You make guinea pig noises. The squeaks, the grunts, everything. I don’t know if it matters, but I had two guinea pigs growing up, so… yeah, I speak that language.
And you’re SO soft! So, so, so soft. I love rubbing my cheek over your head and against your face when you’re curled up around my shoulder. Sometimes you give me a half smile when I do that.
Oh, those smiles! My heart literally aches with delight when you smile in your sleep. What am I going to do when you turn that smile on on purpose?!
So far you’ve been compared more to your dad than to anyone else. I’m quite pleased about that. You do bear a remarkable resemblance to his baby pictures! And, in my humble opinion, you’re both incredibly difficult to wake up. Though I’m told that you might have my mouth. If that’s the case, Bennett, take a moment to thank the Lord as my mouth IS one of my better features.
Last night, you ate at 9:22, 11:49, 2:50, 4:31, 5:49 and finally 7:13 this morning. You might think that it’s reasonable for me to be up six times feeding you. I don’t disagree. But you’re wrong if you think that I only woke up six times. You wouldn’t be counting the several times a night that I wake up, startled, and need to check that you’re still breathing. (You breath so quietly sometimes!)
Bennett, we’re so glad you’re here.
PS – Here’s one of my favorite faces that you make: