I know that I’ve showed off these pictures of Jayce and I before, but I thought they would be fun to use again today. I didn’t say it at the time, but these photos are even more important to me now because the week after we had them taken I found out that I was pregnant.
My first thought was along the lines of, “Aww man!” Not about the baby, obviously, but about just having gotten professional pictures taken, when I knew that I would want new ones done in 8 months when the baby arrived. But then I realized that I was actually really glad that we did this before I knew that I was pregnant. Now, whenever I look at these, they kind of represent this time in my life where I was just Jayce’s mom. A stay home mom with her first born kid, figuring it all out together.
Last week Jayce was sick and one day at nap time he just couldn’t get himself settled down. I abided to a long list of requests, including several that I don’t usually do, but in the end he miserably said, “Mo-om, hold me. Rock Jayce.” So we sat down to rock and he fell asleep on my shoulder, just like this. And then I fell asleep too.
It is the same way that I used to rock and snuggle him when he was still a tiny baby.
When I woke about 30 minutes later, I just sat and looked at him, running my fingers through his hair and across his round cheeks. I honestly can’t remember the last time that I rocked him all the way to sleep, or that I fell asleep rocking him. It was a lovely indulgence that I don’t take lightly, especially given my impending awareness that the season of rocking this baby to sleep is winding down.