There’s very little I personally remember about Maxwell’s birth. Sometimes it makes me sad to not have those memories, but I know they live forever embedded in Zack’s heart, and that is good enough for me. After a very long labor I was wheeled away for a c-section, and shortly after that I remember the doctor saying, “he is a BIG boy.” He must have said it a few times because we kept asking, “just how big???” Zack cut the cord, brought our son over to me so I could give him mommy kisses, and then he went to the NICU where he spent five nights with a dream team of nurses. After I rested a bit I was able to hold Max for the very first time. He was swaddled up tightly in a hospital blanket, truly sleeping like a baby. But, I never had the experience of waking up to see my son in our hospital room. To see him we had to walk those long, glossy hospital halls. Multiple times a day, Zack, my mom, and I rotated visiting Maxwell in pairs. Now, four months later, when I wake up in the morning I see that same sweet boy, in the same sweet hospital blanket, but in our room. And as of lately he’s been greeting us with a gummy smile.
Maxwell is the sunshine to our day, really and truly. We are so grateful for his healthy 9 lbs. 7 oz birth weight, for the patience to wait for his [normal] test results to return, and for the gift of becoming a family of three on March 12, 2013.