Miller Time!: August 2013

The first week of Heath's life, I tried to recover from my tear as a result of having a 9 pound baby come out of a 120 pound girl.

I have to admit, I was not prepared to have such a big baby. I was expecting to have Heath and then after a day or so jump in the car and move down to Florida, but that didn't exactly happen :)

I'm tough, but not that tough!

I am so grateful that my mom was able to stay by my side every single day for the first 6 weeks after Heath was born, not to mention the first few days.

Just as any newborn would, Heath slept, ate, pooped, and repeated that very routine for the first two weeks of his life. It was simple taking care of him! We fell into the routine very easily.

The hard part was the move on top of my recovery and wanting to spend every waking minute with my brand new baby.

I wasn't nearly as far done packing as I had hoped when I delivered Heath. Once my mom arrived in town, the week before Heath was born, we got busy making things for Heath (blankets, diapers, diaper bags, you name it, we were trying to make it).

All that stressful moving stuff kinda fell by the way side. I figured I'd get back on track once Heath arrived.

I was so wrong.

Once Heath came, I fell head over heels for him. I couldn't put him down and I didn't (and haven't). I just wanted to spoil that little guy with all the hugs and kisses in the world and I did!

His chubby cheeks make it extra easy!

I'm sure I'll be chastised, and I know better, but I slept with Heath on my chest every night for the first two weeks. I absolutely loved it! And if Dan would let me, I would still sleep with him at night. I absolutely love skin to skin. I really think it let my milk come in really well!

I feel so blessed to have such a great breast feeding baby with great milk supply! Heath loves to eat :) As you can easily tell by his rolls :)

Needless to say, moving day was stressful, but I don't mind having one day out of 14 be terrible if all the others were filled with me loving on my sweet baby Heath.

Heath has me wrapped around his tiny little finger. He has opened up a new spot in my heart that I never knew existed.

Two days after having Heath, I was talking to Dan on the phone and told him I wanted to have more kids. Dan was rather shocked.

He reminded me of one particular time during Heath's delivery when I looked Dan straight in the face and said in a very stern voice, "Get this baby out of me, NOW!"

We laugh about it now, but in that moment, I was in so much pain. Honestly, I don't remember what exactly it felt like, but I do remember it was the worst pain I have ever felt. Thank goodness for my forgetfulness :)

Really, I don't care how painful it is to get them here. I don't care if I have to have a c-section. If every child I have can bring as much joy into my life as Heath has, ~~pencil me in~~ sign me up for 10 more kids!

Here are a few pictures of what life was like back when Heath was my tiny little one week old baby boy!