2 weeks old.
So stinkin' cute.
He brings me such joy.
Currently nursing every two hours during the day, every three hours give or take at night. He is sweet and content baby and never cries for very long. He loves to "yelp" which seems to just freak him out more than anything. He has the longest fingers and toes. His nose is different that Zac, Cohen and mine as well.... it curls up all cute. He pees and poops nonstop and grunts and groans due to gas.
Yes. Joy.
I remember around this time with Cohen I was insanely overwhelmed. There wasn't a day I wouldn't sob myself to sleep only to wake up to Cohen crying. I would sob while I nursed him, changed him, bathed him... whatever. He was too much for me.
This time... I feel more relaxed. When Ax cries I don't tense up and want to cry... in fact, I think it's precious. Good lungs.... right? I am tired, sure, but aren't these moments precious? Don't you blink your eye and suddenly they are grown men?
Zac and I always talk about the miracle of the moment.... how we should never wish our lives away on a life that seems bigger, better and more important. Sure, it's nice to dream and have goals but not if it sacrifices our moment. Living in this very moment despite the coulda, woulda, shoulda.
So I live in this moment. It's fleeting and children are such a treasure.
