Sweet Mr. Knox

Day #2

He was an angel from birth. His lack of crying scared me after delivery, but his big, blue eyes assured me he was fine. Just like his brother, he was quietly alert from his first breath. He slept peacefully in the noisy hospital through hearing tests and even his circumcision. I waited for a beast to awaken, but we took home the best baby in the nursery.

Week #1

Now a week later, my boy is bigger, stronger, and even sweeter. He weighs over 8 pounds now, and is awake a little more each day. He continues to be peaceful, even when he is awake. Like right now, I am typing with one hand as he stares up at me from my other arm.

I am so thankful we decided to have one more baby. I am enjoying him so much, knowing it is the last time I will ever experience this myself. Granted there are some aspects of giving birth I am happy not to relive, but I cannot get enough of this sweet baby. His noises, grimaces, smell, and tiny features are being committed to memory forever. I said that with the other two, and the passage of time steals so much. I know they were just as perfect in my eyes. Love is truly blind.

Maison and Carson love their brother so much too. When Knox was born, I gave them each their own disposable camera to take pictures of him. Maisy took 28 of the 39 on the way to the hospital of the back of the car. Carson took his photography very seriously, and created a scrapbook and presentation to share with his classmates today. So sweet. I am a bit over the top with germ patrol right now, which really irritates them. I am just so scared of Knox getting sick. I think they get really annoyed with me. It won't be the last time for that.

Waiting for Baby...

Here I sit, like a hen on her egg, waiting for my little chick. My belly is so big, hard, and low that I look like I swallowed a bowling ball. It is impossible to keep it covered because it pushes my pants down and my shirt up, not really an attractive look for someone of my proportions. Other than the list of physical discomforts, I am so ready to meet my new son.
He is currently nameless, but loved none-the-less. It is funny. I feel like I love him so much already and we haven't even met. I have no worries about having enough room in my heart for him. He already has his place. I just wonder what he will look and act like. I have both extremes now and wonder will he bring a third. What would that even be?
I don't ever want to forget the way it feels to have a baby resting below my heart. I read that line in a book and loved it. Jr. is positioned entirely on the right side of my belly, sunny-side-up. I have felt so many kicks and pushes this time around. At one point he was moving so much I wondered if something was wrong with him. He is really slowing down now that space is getting tight. I will always remember his little foot rubbing against my seat belt while I drove to work. It was just a little nub sticking out of my side. I can't wait to hold those little feet in my hands.
Hopefully I won't have to wait much longer.