I find myself acutely aware of how much I'm comparing this experience of a newborn with our Clara experience and wanting to be certain that I don't constantly compare these two girls and their experiences. Each is different and each was beautiful in its own unique ways. But there is enormous joy in celebrating with Eloise some of the things we missed out on with Clara and being able to treasure and cherish the ordinary in a way I'm not sure we could have otherwise. Coming home after a typical, two and half days in the hospital was one of those moments. The hospital worker who wheeled me out to the car asked, "Is this your first?... it seems like your first."" We explained to her, as we had many times during our hospital stay to various staff members, that it's not our first child, but it's our first time experiencing these kinds of moments. I was grinning hard from ear to ear and tearing up as we walked through those front doors. I'm sure she couldn't understand: A second child that you can appreciate this fully is even better than a first.
She got all dolled up in a dress that her mama wore.
Here's that giant smile I couldn't wipe off my face. See me, leaving the hospital, with my baby in my arms?!