Of course I fully appreciated those first days with my Rose! It's just that no one could've ever prepared me for how quickly she would grow and change in the first few weeks—how short that time would be when she was so tiny, so new. And I suppose that this is only the beginning of the motherly longings that will continue to intertwine with this new role and identity. While I learn to cope, it helps to remember that some things are beautiful because they are temporary.
I am ever grateful that Jacob took these videos so I can relive them just a little bit.
A nice strong cry! Right after delivery:
Rose in the hospital—the short, precious time we got to keep her in our room:
Rose in the NICU:
Her first day at home with us:
Though she has already lost most of her newborn hair, has become significantly chunkier, and is already growing out of many of her newborn clothes—she is still only 5 weeks old, right? Little Rose is still very little. I've got all the time in the world to keep loving and adoring her.