So the thing I am most thankful for this year is sleeping swaddled in his crib right now while his big brothers play basketball. The turkey is tucked away in the oven, the cranberry sauce is made. We are in the lull before family arrives and after most of the grunt work is done. I am taking this opportunity to get a quick pump in before it becomes unmanageable.
I am so deeply thankful. I look at Oscar now, all 9+ lbs of him with rolls and opinions and pretty horrendous gas and I can’t believe there was a day not long ago when he weighed in at 3.1 lbs. That isn’t just a scary number. Its so many other scary things that come along with being that little. Ventilators, lasix, umbilical lines, IV nutrition, transfusions. All of that. That was a little more than 12 weeks ago and now we have this. This gorgeous, chubby baby that reminds me each moment why I summoned the courage to try again. Now its all macro, all big picture. I have my wide angle lens on and I am satisfied with the view. More than satisfied. I am amazed.