Simple Moments • 02 • Serenades and Spit Up

Sunday, February 12, 2012


We had a rough first night home together. You spent the night spitting up bloody water that you had swallowed in the birthing tub, so needless to say, I didn't sleep much. Because of that, you pretty much refused to nurse. It had me so worried about you and whether we'll be able to breast feed. Your Papa was amazing and sat up most of the night holding me while I cried and telling me I can do this. If I could birth you, then I can feed you is what he said.

He used to play his guitar for you when you were inside of me, so when we woke up and looked at each other like zombies with a hint of doubt about whether we could do this on our faces, cuddling up on the couch and listening to a few songs seemed like the only thing to do.

We love you. You're worth every sleepless night.


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