Welcome, Little Man (and a one month update!)

On February 21, 2014, at 10:26 am, we welcomed beautiful Sullivan Michael Fraser into this world. In a moment, our world, for the better, changed forever. I spent 9 months unable to really imagine life with  him, and now I cannot imagine life without him. I have had every intention of getting on-line sooner to show off our little man, but instead I have spent the last month (how has it been a month already!?) holding my dear son. (It's so very hard to find time to get onto a real computer when you have a newborn - kudos to all you mama's out there that are able to do so!)

Here's our little Sully from his first few days in our lives:

Last Friday, Sully turned 4 weeks old. I've always found myself conflicted with the passing of time, even more so now that I'm a mom. While a part of me curses that time flies by too quickly and wants Sully to stay little and in the newborn stage forever, another part of me can't wait to experience all the different milestones that occur in a baby's first year and to watch Sully grow up.

So with that being said, I am consciously trying to enjoy every moment I have with Sully. There are days where we camp out on the couch, spending hours nursing and napping in my arms because he doesn't want to be put down. There are days where unloading the dishwasher is a task to be celebrated and if I get in a quick shower, high five to me! But I know these days are limited and it won't be long before Sullivan is no longer a tiny little bean and won't want to be held all day long or while he is napping. So instead of feeling guilty about the laundry not folded, the supper not made, or spending the day in my pajamas, I stare at my beautiful son, burning to memory every little facial expression, squeal and sound he makes, all while holding him close to me.

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Dear Sullivan, at one month you:

> are still wearing new born clothing and diapers. At three weeks, you weighed 8 pounds - just a wee little guy.
> wet or dirty diapers do not bother you, but you hate having your diaper changed.
> do not enjoy having a bath.
> sleep best in my arms.
> have an incredibly strong neck and very powerful kicks.
> love listening to your daddy's voice when he reads you stories.
> hate being put into your car seat, but love car rides.
> have had 3 big outings: once to your first doctor's appointment, once to spend the day with me at your gramma's place and another time to Old Navy and then again to gramma's place.

Hey, Baby! 39 Weeks+

I started this post earlier in the week (closer to when I was actually 39 weeks, not almost 40), when I received a phone call from my doctor`s office that shook up my whole week. While it's not a secret, I haven't openly talked about it on the blog, but I've always known that Baby Fraser would be delivered via c-section due to medical complications from my past health history. Our original date of delivery was supposed to be on Monday, February 24. Now, it is tomorrow. And while I should be in bed, I needed to get out one last pregnancy update before I am no longer pregnant! Which still blows my mind and it still hasn't fully sunk in that this time tomorrow, I will finally be holding my sweet little baby in my arms.

So while I had planned on having a relaxing weekend of sleeping in, taking it easy and just hanging with my family, instead, I feel like that last few days have been a flurry of last minute to-dos. I mean, I've always been a last minute kind of person, and I totally understand that I could have gone into labour at any point this week regardless of my planned section, but STILL. It's all very weird knowing you will be delivering your baby tomorrow even though you've had no signs of labour. 

That being said, the thought of finally holding our little baby boy, after all these months of kicks and gentle reminders that there is in fact a little human growing inside of me brings me to tears and makes my heart swell up more than I ever thought possible. Pregnancy is honestly such a miracle and I feel very blessed that I've had a healthy, risk-free pregnancy and an overly supportive husband by my side. 

I've been pretty uncomfortable these past few weeks and while I say I'm not mentally ready for baby to come out (will I ever be mentally prepared??), physically, I am ready for him to make his entrance. I'm ready to be able to carry on a conversation without getting incredibly short of breath. I'm ready to not have so much pain in my legs by the end of the day that it's almost impossible to climb up the stairs to go to bed. I'm ready to see Jim be a dad and my parents be grandparents. It's time to welcome this baby boy into our lives and share him with our families!

I'll be back as soon as I can to introduce Baby Fraser to all of you! :)

xoxo Brie

Saigon Sundays: Building Baby's Crib

Saigon is known for always being interested in whatever Jim and I are doing around the house, but nothing peaks his interest quite like furniture building. In fact, it's impossible to put together a piece of furniture without Saigon underfoot right by your side.  We've been spending a lot of hours working on Baby Fraser's nursery and Saigon hasn't missed out on any of it. Yesterday, he was the foreman on crib building.