This was my view almost 5 1/2 years ago. Little L was 6 days old. He would only sleep in this position, me sitting on the couch, him nuzzled up to my stomach. If I moved (actually if I even thought about moving) in any direction, like to find a more comfortable position for my tired and healing body, he would wake up.
So, I remember just staring and studying him for hours. His delicate thin fingers, all the wrinkles in his skin that quickly were disappearing because he was filling up and growing so fast. I could hear his delicate breath, see his delicate chest move up and down, and smell his delicate sweet scent. I too, felt delicate during these first few weeks with him. But, in these quiet morning moments when everyone else in the house was asleep except for me. I felt strong and capable because L was asleep, comfortable, fed and breathing and I knew if I didn’t move…it would stay that way.
The Weekly Photo Challenge from WordPress inspired this post. The theme this week is “Delicate”. You can find more entries here.