When in Rome........

Up for a 4 a.m. feeding, little bigger slept all night.....ALL NIGHT! He's eaten, had a bout of hiccups, now getting "The walk" around the couch with Pop's to see if he'll fall asleep. Thank you God for giving me such a helpful and fantabulous husband! Since up I decided to do some blogging. Baby A has been quite a challenge for Pop's and I. I missed the boys Christmas program performances cause A was having a crisis and missed family dinner with mama and papaw cause crises couldn't be averted. I can't clean, bathe, eat or use potty cause A won't allow it! My hairs greasy, nails need a mani/pedi, my house could make it on this season of HOARDERS and I will have to put the upcoming school semester on hold due to this little newbie, yet when I carry him (which has to be ALL.THE.TIME) all I can do is inhale him. Hold his little head close to my cheek and nuzzle him. Yeah I honestly tell people he's awful and one HARD baby cause its TRUE! But can't imagine anything else. Sure our household would love sleep but all 4 of us agree, he's the single most precious little man. We are utterly smitten by him, or bewitched whatever you get the picture. Baby A and I. He hates the Moby wrap so out of sheer desperation I used this scarf shawl thing and rigged a quick sling, saved my life....and my ears.

Quick minute!

I have stolen a quick minute while I can. Mr.Grumpy Gills (as nicknamed by his Aunt) is sleeping...for now.

He arrived all 6lbs 6oz of him and he's just beautiful. His big brothers are crazy about him as we all are. Little A is 6 weeks old this week and I promise you he already thinks he's the boss. We had so much help with him, Z, E and around our home since I was down recovering from my csection so blessed to have such wonderful and loving family, could never thank them enough. Now I'm driving, getting out and joining society, joining with a little newcomer who blows out my ear drums daily but fills my heart. I didn't realize how rusty I was at this "New Mom" thing. But slowly but surely I know she'll emerge and do all she can for Little A, for now she's trying to recover from her finals and sneak in some nap time along with him (which I should be doing now). I have a confession. I never wanted to be a mother, I couldn't imagine my life with little lives depending on me, I was selfish I only wanted to depend on myself...the End. But from the time Z was born I feel like life just couldn't get any better, than Little E came long now Little A,

How?

Why?

Why am I so lucky? Thinking back to 6 weeks ago as I sat with Little A in my arms and Z & E on either side of me and Pops behind me so the grandmas could snap a picture of our new family I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest woman alive. I remember looking over at Pop's feeling so full of love with these little guys we've been blessed with. I sat there feeling like, these boys are half me, half Nick and just feeling so amazed. I'm a very simple and modest woman but then and there I felt like a Queen. I carried these boys and poor Pops had to put up with me. I carried them, I birthed them and now I will raise them ( with Nick's help of course :). Yes, a Queen that's exactly what I am, but then isn't that what every mother is?

Baby A's first pair of shoes. I think they are just precious.

~ Liza