Our little boy was one week old yesterday. What a difference a week makes! I composed this in my head right around 9:57 pm, and I couldn't believe that at that time last week I was flat on my back in an operating room hearing the doctor announce "It's a Boy!" All day, I thought "at this time last week I was bare-assed on a yoga ball at three centimeters dilated" or "at this time last week I was pushing with all my might making that little cone head." At one week, Alex has lost a little more weight than he should have, and we are working very hard to put more on him. It's harder than I ever thought possible, and the awesome responsibility terrifies me.
But the indescribable bliss of having him look up at me as he suckles and drifts off to sleep in my arms is worth every bit of lost sleep and every damn tear shed.