Today marks two years since Little Man came home after those long five months! I can’t believe it! This is the day that is the most important for me, the one that marks the true beginning for all of us (or the end of an extremely difficult chapter, however you want to look at it). This time of year heading into fall is already reminding me of that time in our lives. I’ve reflected a lot this weekend, replaying in my mind the events of that special day. I remember working that morning for a few hours to tie things up before maternity leave, running to Best Buy to buy the video camera we’d been looking at, running home to meet Bran, and then making the 40 minute drive that we did every day for 156 days to finally bring our boy home!! It was surreal and I was terrified… but it was the best day of my life. It was such an amazing feeling. It brings tears to my eyes thinking about it now, and I think it always will.
We arrived home to a big basket of flowers on our front step that Bran’s parents had delivered, with balloons floating above saying “Welcome Home!” I remember putting his car seat on the living room floor, with him tethered to the apnea monitor, thinking “now what?” As if it was yesterday, I remember sitting on our own couch for the first time, it was such a privilege. I just stared at him for hours, thrilled to have him home with us. I got no sleep that night, not because he was fussy, but because I was worried something would happen to him. I held him the entire night. I was never more happy to be sleep deprived the next day and to snuggle up for naps together.
We arrived home to a big basket of flowers on our front step that Bran’s parents had delivered, with balloons floating above saying “Welcome Home!” I remember putting his car seat on the living room floor, with him tethered to the apnea monitor, thinking “now what?” As if it was yesterday, I remember sitting on our own couch for the first time, it was such a privilege. I just stared at him for hours, thrilled to have him home with us. I got no sleep that night, not because he was fussy, but because I was worried something would happen to him. I held him the entire night. I was never more happy to be sleep deprived the next day and to snuggle up for naps together.
So, here’s to another new chapter… and below are a few reminiscent pictures of the best day ever!
You have Taught Me
By Anne MaclellanYou have taught me patience to rejoice in small gains which others take for granted.
You have taught me tolerance to accept that your perspective is different and deserves respect.
You have taught me courage to fight for you when no one else will.
You have taught me endurance to go on when I feel I can't anymore.
You have taught me humility to accept when I can't make things better but can only be here for you.
You have taught me to love at a deeper level than I ever thought possible.
The first few minutes at home
We made it!
The first morning
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