Taking a Breath

It’s been seven weeks and a day since Carter James catapulted himself into our lives. I know I’ll hardly remember the details. It’s already become a blur of high highs, low lows, stress, panic, worry, appreciation, exhaustion, overwhelming heart-expanding love and now, relief.

We’ve been showered with love and generosity beyond what I knew was possible. We’ve said yes to all the help. Thank you cards have gone unwritten. Days have blurred into weeks, the time marked by doctors visits and my phone alarm set at 2.5 hour feeding or pumping intervals. Food has arrived and loved ones have lifted us and held us and carried us through.

Tomorrow marks two weeks since our last weekly pediatrician visit, standing by the scale holding our breath for the weigh ins. Our little guy now feels hearty. And smushy. And needy for all of the normal baby needs.

Carter James Fernandez, welcome home.

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