But I got really obsessed with the idea of getting newborn pictures taken by the hospital photographer as Sam's delivery date inched closer. I had an emergency c-section four weeks early with Eli because of pretty crappy pre-e, so I was too busy barfing my brains out from the mag drip when they came around asking if we wanted photos for him. But this time, this time I was ready. I knew every little thing that was going to happen and was able to prepare because duh, I was a pro at this baby by c-section noise. I knew when that chick was going to come around and ask us if we wanted to give her two week's worth of grocery money to take a few pictures of my awesome new kitten.
Oh, hey lady, surprise, I'm back. And I brought my checkbook with me.
We came home, settled into life with 2 tiny kids, I didn't shower for a long time and we felt like we had fur growing on our eyeballs. And somewhere in the midst of that shitstorm which was now our life, I lost the CD with the pictures on it. Oops.
But look at what daddy found this morning.
Isn't that kid just beautiful? He looks a bit Snookie-ish, I know, but damn, did we do good or what? I remember sitting there in the hospital bed, staring at him for hours as if I had never seen a baby before. That hair! The rubber band legs! Our signature off-the-growth-charts head! I had a hard time breathing during our time in the hospital, that's for sure.
He still takes my breath away.