Do you remember the first week after you welcomed a new one home? I sure don't. It's a weird mixture of extreme exhaustion, emotion, pain and incredible wonder. It's like it becomes a hazy blur so quickly as you try to adjust to what it actually means to have a new person in your home. A person with their own opinions, desires, likes and dislikes and voice. I think even with the second, third or sixth child this first week is never truly a clear memory.
That's why I'm so thankful that I was able to be welcomed into this family for a few hours on a Saturday morning. Logan was only a few day old, not yet a week and his parents were still transitioning from the fact that they were no longer a family of two, but now a family of three. To see a new mum and dad learning how to pick up a little one, wondering over his sleeping form, figuring out what his cries mean and simply enjoying time with him is something I hope they treasure in a few weeks and definitely over the next years.
It might seem that the bed was too messy, the string of lights that is missing a bulb somewhere was neglected, the slight juxtaposition of a perfectly prepared room and left over dishes not as 'pretty' as you would want. But to me, and that is the real beauty of it all, is that this is the backdrop to the first words in a brand new story.
This is what it looks like to have a new baby. Things get forgotten because it's more important to snuggle his fuzzy head. It shows how a family learns to fit everything in to a new routine. It means your conversations now revolve around one persons sleep and eating. How much thought and care went into looking forward to his arrival, and how nothing can prepare you for it.
It shows a family working through a new stage of life that is as overwhelming as it is beautiful. There are going to be tears, and frustrations, and true joy and fear, but at the end of it all they will look back at this time and know this is when they became a family with three hearts instead of two.