baby love

My right foot rests against the ridge in Diogenes' head...Miles' tiny little toes curl around one of the toes on my left foot. The air conditioner hums, the fan rattles and Guy snoozes, his head at the foot of the bed. Luci sprawls on the floor.

This is what contentment looks like. I could not be more in love with the tiny little man who entered our lives a mere six weeks ago.

Miles sleeps with his knees bent and legs out to either side and does the same with his arms. He stirs from time to time, then does this cute little stretch where he arches his chest forward and his head and hips back...very, very adorable.

Yesterday I took him to meet Aunt Charlene. I wish I'd taken the camera with me--Miles immediately cooed and smiled at her. Aunt Charlene is my mom's sister--she looks a lot like my mom and her expressions remind me of Mom. It was lovely and made me a little sad all at once. I wish Mom could've seen my little boy.

We went to the farmers'market today and a few more people got to see Miles. He nestled into the sling while I walked around--he really does quiet down and get cozy in the sling--the closeness and movement must make him feel like he's back in the womb.

I ran into two of the women whose stories and experiences had a lot to do with my desire to do a water birth at home. My former Pilates teacher first introduced me to the concept of water birth. Then, a woman from my prenatal yoga class who had shared her story of her first home and water birth stopped by the stand. I found her particularly inspiring because one night in class she told the story of giving birth and it didn't hurt. She said it was intense, but not painful. I really held that story and had a similar experience.

Blessed be the mommies who shared their positive stories with me before Miles' birth--they helped me to know it was possible.