Shepherd at (gulp) two weeks?!?

There is no other two-week span that flies by more quickly than your child's first two weeks of life, I'm convinced. The first week is particularly fast and blurry. I'm guessing it's primarily caused by not wanting your newborn to be anything but a newborn--wanting time to stand still while you take in all the new facial expressions, the sweet smell, the itty bitty features, and etch the feeling of their tiny body in your arms for times in the future when they will be too big to hold.

You've gone through such a life-changing event, followed by the 'round the clock feeding, burping, changing. You are in a time warp, and quite often become slightly surprised to find out that the rest of the world is still moving along at their previous pace.

I suppose that's where I am now: disbelief. I can tell my little guy is filling out, but I'm still basking in his newness. It's hard to believe it's already been two weeks since that crazy night at the hospital, but at the same time, I'm having a hard time remembering, truly remembering, what life was like without him. I suppose that's how all-encompassing motherhood is with a new baby.

The Lord provided me with a sweet moment last night. Shepherd was born at 3 a.m., two weeks ago. Last night, he woke me up with his whimpers in the middle of the night. I looked at the clock, sure I had missed his exact two-week-old moment, but I hadn't! It was 2:52 a.m., and a smile spread across my face in the dark as I realized that exactly two weeks prior, I was pushing to get my little boy into my arms. I got to savor those minutes leading up to 3 a.m., and reflected on his birth. God is so good to understand that sappy sentimental mommies thrive on these small, precious moments.