Yesterday, my husband and I went to meet the newest tiny baby on the block, born just 5 days ago. When I first saw him, I couldn’t believe how tiny he was, but yet he weighed in at just 2 ounces bigger than Wolf when he was born. It sent my mind into a shuffle trying to remember Wolf being that small and it kind of made my heart ache.
I left feeling a little sad. Wolf is nearly 2 months old and I feel like we hardly have any photos to remember him this small. Sometimes I feel a little bi polar when it comes to motherhood. Each passing day seems a little bittersweet. While Wolf is getting bigger and becoming generally more joyful, I still long for those precious first moments when he was so tiny.
So last night I made a promise to myself to not only take more photos, especially more of us holding him. I also promised to take more videos and write more down. I don’t want to look back 5 years down the road and wish that I’d taken more.
Now I’m off to buy some film for my camera and hunt for a baby book!