it is rare that he is out of my arms, even at night he never leaves me. i feel babies were made to mold into their mother's bodies, putting him in a cot/crib so early on seems disrespectful to that somehow. i spoil him. i'm fully aware of what i'm getting myself into, but still i can't help myself. he has such a soft soul.
today he is six weeks old and unraveling out of being a newborn. it is hard to watch but so amazing to see. i still have moments were i can't believe he is here.