As of today, Jackson has been in my arms for as many weeks and days as he was growing in my belly. (We'll just gloss over the fact that 2 weeks of gestation time are actually bogus, since he was an immature, unfertilized antral follicle during those first couple of weeks; and that he spent his first 3 days of life as a freshly fertilized zygote living in a plastic tissue culture dish feasting on liquid culture medium and 5% CO2 in a sterile incubator. Details.)
And even though The Teething resulted in every-1.5-hour awakenings last night, and I am running on coffee and fumes this morning, and I am prepared to buy serious stock in infant Motrin and Orajel...this kid is the shit. When he falls asleep in my arms after nursing, I could hold him like that forever. When we play on a blanket in the yard and he curls up to cuddle, I can't help but smile (and choke back tears, sometimes). He is the best part of me and of KB, all wrapped up in one perfect little bundle. I'll take a million sleepless nights and growing pains so long as I have one of him.