The moment I wrote about above- when they unexpectedly put him on my chest, seconds after he was born.
Just a few feet away from me, being prepped by the NICU team. He was being placed in a sterile bag so they could take him down and examine him. I couldn't see him at all, because he was SURROUNDED by doctors. Aaron was straining his neck trying to see what they were doing, and my parents held cameras up above and just fired away- not even sure what they were taking pictures of.
All settled into his isolette.
A couple hours after he was born, they FINALLY brought me down to the NICU to see him. They probably got sick of me constantly asking, "Can I go see him yet?" I wasn't allowed to stay long, and the nurse kept asking me if I was ready to go, and I kept saying, "no, not yet. Not yet." When they finally wheeled me back up to my room, I bawled my eyes out. I could not stop crying. All I wanted to do was stay with him. Leaving your newborn son in the hands of strangers is something that takes awhile to get used to. In fact, I cried every time we left the NICU for the next several weeks.
The first time Mommy and Daddy touched baby Elliot.
Pure perfection. Who would have guessed that olive skinned, dark haired baby would turn into a fair blondie?!
My sweet, sweet angel. ♥
Happy Birthday, Elliot!
Mommy and Daddy love you so, so much. ♥