Monday, February 21, 2011
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Boy
You are here!
Henry Michael Sawyer
Born 2-18-2011 at 1154 am
Weight- 8 lbs, 2 oz
Height- 20"
Head- 38 cm
and absolutely beautiful and perfect.
I keep staring at your impossibly tiny legs and your toes, no bigger than pencil erasers and wonder how it is I am so blessed so have three beautiful, wonderful babies.
You, baby boy are our finale. You have thick black hair, dark as the night sky. You have your daddy's nose. You have Ruby's eye shape and Charlotte's pouty bottom lip.
Everybody has been so excited waiting for you to get here- our boy! our son. At the hospital, we had lots of visitors- Grandma and Grandpa Hatch kept Ruby and Charlotte most of the time so that your daddy and I could spend some first moments just with you. Grandma Sawyer helped entertain Ruby by taking her to church so everybody is getting some extra attention. Uncle Dave came to meet you and your Aunt Michelle and Cousin Nate, who is just a month older than you! You are bound to be best buddies. Your Aunt Jez and Uncle Shannon came and took pictures and my friend Lisa Moran and her daughter Taylor visited us too.
Ruby is completely enamoured of you. She just stares and stares at you, laughing and marvelling at every little noise, grunt, and sleepy eye opening wink you send her way. Charlotte, being just a baby herself, is still taking in her new role as big sister, but is beginning to understand the concept.
My labor with you was fast, I was induced at around 8am and you were the newest baby in the world at 1154. I am still getting the hang of being a mom of three, but with so many people around who love all of us (and particularly YOU), we've got lots of help and you, little boy are so lucky. You are surrounded by love and always will be.
There's a song that made me think of you being born whenever I heard it and I heard it in my head as you were being born. It's "Dare you to move". Someday we'll listen together, when you're a big boy.
Right now, you are contentedly sleeping in daddy's arms, listening to jazz music with a full belly of mama's milk. Sounds pretty perfect to me.
Love, Mama.