Nostalgia

I found threatened my husband with bodily force to give me some old pictures from my husband's computer. There were pictures of Jacob when he was less than an hour old. After my c-section I was given a glimpse of Jacob before they whisked him away to make sure he was healthy (I had a fever during labor and they were very concerned about his health). I didn't actually get to meet him until three or four hours later (I think I was passed out for a while or something).

So the first couple hours of Jacob's life are mysterious to me. I didn't get to be there when father met son. I didn't get to witness his first breath or have the doctors place him directly against my skin as I had dreamed about for eight months. I didn't watch the doctors clean him up. I have NO IDEA what they even did to him during that time. Was he sad? Was he scared?

These pictures are my only window into the first hours of Jacob's life.


Look at that conehead!

And it's amazing to think he went from this:

To this: