BDC Week 3

The last 2 1/2 weeks have been challenging, exhausting, and overwhelming, but also joyful, sweet, and extremely fulfilling.  This pendulum of emotions is exhausting in itself.  So I'm cherishing the here and now in an attempt to remind myself that he's only a newborn once.

Bennett will not always be this needy.  I need to cherish the fact that what he needs most right now are his parents.  We are his sustenance and security. 

His tiny bottom won't always fit in the palm of my hand.  His most comfortable place for napping won't always be on my chest.  He won't always be able to be calmed by being swaddled, shushed, and rocked (please picture someone rocking a teenage boy...doesn't happen, right?).  I know I'll blink and we'll be sending him off to college (#peckemjays). 

He won't always be calmed by the rhythmic squeak of the porch swing or momma singing "Victory in Jesus" over and over (currently his favorite tune). 

He won't always wake in the night needing momma.  And he won't always have kick-stand arms when I unswaddle him.

His hair won't always be this greasy due to momma and daddy constantly stroking it. Something tells  me tween Bennett won't really want his parents always touching his hair.

Baby Bennett won't always receive so much attention from momma and daddy.  Someday he'll be a big brother and he'll have to share his two favorite people.  But for now, he's an only child and we're eating up that fact.  

Even though the last two weeks have felt a bit like an eternity due to lack of sleep and general fussiness (on behalf of both baby and momma), this time is truly precious.  Bennett D is not perfect.  No baby is. But he's our Bennett D.  And we, as they say, love him to the moon and back.