calvin tucker's first three weeks of life

 

Whoever said having a baby in the dead of winter is a good idea was right and wrong at the same time. Wrong, because Utah  in the dead of this winter is my worst nightmare, especially when forced to be cooped up inside. I have been a hot mess, and not the sexy kind. More like the kind that wakes up in the middle of the night completely drenched in cold sweat. Then I sit and marvel at the hormones coursing through my body because giving birth is a real trip and I wonder as I nurse my baby boy in the middle of the night if I taste salty to him...someone should have warned me. Poor Jeff doesn't know if he will come home to a happy, glowing new mother or an emotional wreck that can't hug him without tearing up. That's enough disclosure on the ugliness of the past three weeks.

Because having a sweet baby boy in the dead of winter is also an amazing thing. I have every excuse in the world to simply sit inside all day and canoodle him. I get to spend each day staring into his big eyes and watch him stare back at me with all the wonder and awe of a new little creature discovering this world for the first time. He has the longest eyelashes and cutest little eyebrows and feet. They're miniature replicas Jeff's feet and I love it.

 

So yeah, I don't want to do it again and it hasn't been easy, but I wouldn't trade these last three frigid weeks inside with my new little babe for anything.