Sentimental Thoughts

Last night, there was a huge thunderstorm. Around 3am, after one of our late-night nursing sessions, I gingerly put Nathan down in his crib next to our bed, hoping that the loud thunder wouldn't disturb his precarious sleep. Usually, after I put him down I can't fall asleep right away because there's always a chance in the first five minutes that his fussing will turn into wakefulness. Last night, in that five-minute zone, as I was lying in bed sandwiched betweeen my sleeping husband and my barely-sleeping son I was struck by how lucky I was to have them in my life. It was nice to have that sweet moment of gratitude and realization, rather than my usual feeling of tired crankiness at 3am. Then there was an extra loud clap of thunder, and Nathan woke up. Curses!

My baby is no longer a newborn, at least not according to his wardrobe. Lately, some of his clothes have been too tight, so I boxed away some of his newborn clothes and I felt surprisingly sentimental about it. I've been sort of wishing away this newborn stage and I keep looking forward to future milestones - when he can hold his neck up, when he can sleep for at least 4-5 consecutive hours, when he can smile and interact - so I was surprised that putting away some of his onesies and sleepers made my heart ache a bit. I especially had a hard time putting away the outfit he came home from the hospital in. Did you keep that special first outfit? What did you do with it?