Meeting E.

A lot of mothers get pictures of the moments they meet their newborns. No one took pictures of that for me--being knocked out when he was born, dazed when I first met him (they apparently brought him to me when I was in recovery and even tried getting him to nurse), and no one was around when I was finally cognizant and they first brought him to me to take that picture. I do remember being awed at this teensy tiny little boy of mine. It was clear to me immediately that while he was so similar to his big brother, he was very different too. His nature is also so similar but yet so different too. His cry is very different.

I feel so fortunate to again have this time to be home with E, like I had with A.