For starters, just because, umlaut, umlaut, umlaut! (Sorry, this word got stuck in my head earlier today for no apparent reason. Just thought I would share. And for those of you who don't know what that is, check here.)
Second, now that the stress of when I will be getting my boy home is gone, I feel much relieved. I mean, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I was barely keeping it together there for a while. I don't shirk away from that one. But I was stressed. And come on...seriously, how many people do you know could sanely handle 14.5 weeks of having a child they couldn't hold when they wanted to, change when he needed it, feed on demand, smell and sniff and play and double check that there are 10 little fingers and 10 little toes? Right. There is your slice of perception for the day.
Our first cuddles with great-nanny (who, I might add, was tickled pink with getting to see him...we wouldn't allow people to force the game of "you come down to toronto at such and such a time so I can see the baby"):
And on that note, if we skip back 14.5 weeks:
This was my first glimpse of Riley (after the initial red, screaming thing that just fought his way into the world before being whisked away to be saran wrapped). Kinda terrifying. Kinda completely terrifying.
Then we were blue...and I mean that quite literally.
One of the first holds...
my boob is bigger than his head...and pretty much all of him (yes, this will scar him when he is older).
Finally looking human...with the exception of that horrible machine which I hope to never have to name again:
Rolling along nicely...
Finally off the obnoxious machine:
Look...even he is cheering.
Chilling in our bouncy chair (this was on his due date...June 28, 2009):
And now...and 98 days old...
For those of you doing the math, Riley will be coming home on his 101 day of post-uterus living. :)
I'm heading in to the hospital today to give him some loving and cuddles, a bath, and to pick up the rest of his swag that is there (the bouncy chair, the clothes, the bathtub).
A part of me is still thinking this can't be real yet. I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas.