On Friday night when I was tucking Emily into bed, she kept patting my stomach and saying, “baby boy, baby boy, baby boy.” I think she knew he was coming. She has been waiting for months and months and months to hold the baby boy when he is born in her hands. She has been so patient and as her mom, I just wanted to have what she wanted now. When Andrew, my mom, and Emily arrived at the hospital Saturday night to eat dinner, Emily ran in the room and asked to hold baby Nathan. The long awaited moment had finally arrived for us all. (Thanks mom for capturing it).
I love this moment.
She was taking it all in.
Words just can’t describe that look on her face.
Only six hours old.
Seeing where Nathan sleeps at night.
The next morning Emily got all ready to go to see Nathan before church with my mom.
She mostly enjoyed eating leftover dried raisin bran from my breakfast and playing peek a boo with the curtains. She did peak at his toes and help with a diaper change, insisting that she had one too.
They came back in the evening and she was interested in holding Nathan again. My favorite moment was when Nathan shivered and Emily exclaimed, “Baby Nathan shaking!”.
Before leaving she gave Nathan a couple of big kisses good night. Every time she left she assured me that she would be back soon to the doctors with a cute little hand wave “bye”.
They spent a couple hours with us on Monday morning while we waited and waited and waited to be discharged. As soon as she ran into the room she ran to Andrew and said, “Emily’s daddy. My daddy. Emily’s daddy.” with his face in her hands.
A little time with Grandma Moose.
Waiting to head home from the hospital.
Andrew and I needed to watch the shaken baby syndrome video before leaving so Emily and Grandma went on a walk around the hospital together before heading home for the last time.