Dear Wyatt,
Oh my sweet little child. You and I may have just met, but I feel like you should be writing this blog with me - not reading it many years down the road. The story of a rogue placenta gone bad and all the scary possibilities turned good is just the beginning of the story of me and you. You - oblivious, me - scared and overwhelmed. You - born just perfect, me - a bit beat up. You - sweet, adorable, wrinkled and precious beyond words, me - grateful.
I love you little man. You are my last chance to dance, bare stomach to stomach with soft newborn skin. My chance to realize again that pictures cannot replicate the funny little faces that leave me adoring adorable you. You are the completion of our family.
The day we brought you home from the hospital, we didn't just bring you to your new house, we brought you into your new family. Your older brother Zion ran to get the magnet with your name on it off of the refridgerator and put it close to you - your label as the long awaited for "baby Wyatt". Your big sis Elise studies you, narrating your moves and sounds while giving suggestions for your care. Your Daddy captures your beginnings through pictures sent to friends and family everywhere. And I nurse you, swaddle you, and change your diapers - grateful that your care falls to me and so I am the one to sing you songs in the middle of the night and catch your flitting smiles. I don't think I've pawned off a single of your diaper changes, you are mine through the mundane of our life today, and the drama leading up to this moment.
You are my son. And I'm your mommy. I am so grateful for precious little you.
Love,
your Mommy
Oh my sweet little child. You and I may have just met, but I feel like you should be writing this blog with me - not reading it many years down the road. The story of a rogue placenta gone bad and all the scary possibilities turned good is just the beginning of the story of me and you. You - oblivious, me - scared and overwhelmed. You - born just perfect, me - a bit beat up. You - sweet, adorable, wrinkled and precious beyond words, me - grateful.
I love you little man. You are my last chance to dance, bare stomach to stomach with soft newborn skin. My chance to realize again that pictures cannot replicate the funny little faces that leave me adoring adorable you. You are the completion of our family.
The day we brought you home from the hospital, we didn't just bring you to your new house, we brought you into your new family. Your older brother Zion ran to get the magnet with your name on it off of the refridgerator and put it close to you - your label as the long awaited for "baby Wyatt". Your big sis Elise studies you, narrating your moves and sounds while giving suggestions for your care. Your Daddy captures your beginnings through pictures sent to friends and family everywhere. And I nurse you, swaddle you, and change your diapers - grateful that your care falls to me and so I am the one to sing you songs in the middle of the night and catch your flitting smiles. I don't think I've pawned off a single of your diaper changes, you are mine through the mundane of our life today, and the drama leading up to this moment.
You are my son. And I'm your mommy. I am so grateful for precious little you.
Love,
your Mommy
Brooke, your letter to Wyatt is beautiful. I read it through eyes blurry with tears. Praise God for things turning out as they did. I only wish you didn't have another surgery looming over you. Thank you for sharing your heart with us.
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Brooke-
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful expression of your love. Wyatt is a treasure and I wish you all the very best. May God continue to bless your family.
I love you so much!!
ReplyDeleteI don't think any of us could be more grateful than we are--for both you and Wyatt. God truly blessed us! It was a long journey, but what a wonderful ending. Love you, baby. Mom
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful! So glad you are both home together where you belong. Wyatt is a very lucky little man to have such a loving, dedicated mommy.
ReplyDeleteSuch sweet words! For a sweet boy. I am so thankful Wyatt is home and happy. And I am praying for you and your recovery...as well as your future surgery. Much love to you, Brooke, and the newest member of your family!
ReplyDeleteSo well said, could not be a more beautiful picture of love and the joy of motherhood. Hugs to you Brooke, and strength as you recoup!
ReplyDeleteOh wow. Definitely crying tears of joy for you and your family. That was precious Brooke! Thank you for taking the time to write it!
ReplyDeleteThat was so beautiful! Thank you for sharing those precious words, Brooke!
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