More Mason

"How can I capture Mason's newborn-ness?" I asked Brian the other day. Being that he's my final baby, my last hurrah so to speak, I want to remember every little detail about this time. His sounds, his smell, his softness, his tininess. Oh, he is a peanut. Everyone who has met him falls in love with my tiny little boy. He was born at 6-6, but had dropped to 5-13 when we left the hospital. He's now back up to 6-2. And he is a love. The sweetest little baby who is happy to just be loved. And there's been no shortage of that, to be sure.

Some scenes from his first week of life

Getting ready to leave the hospital. He is wearing the same outfit I brought Connor and Lucas home in-

A few other pictures from the week-

My talented photog friend Kristie took some pictures in the hospital. Because Mason surprised us, I hadn't had a chance to coordinate outfits for the photos, and had to leave it up to Brian. I also would have liked to do Isabel's hair. But they are beautiful. I can scarcely believe I have 4 such amazing children. Here are a few-

Mason lost his cord today, after a traumatizing experience in which I unknowingly almost tore it off when I was holding him against me in just a diaper. His cord - and my nerves - were subsequently hanging by a thread. I brought him to the doctor, who said it is totally fine. It looks much better today. And he is somewhat jaundiced, but not enough to need treatment.

I continue to recover. Seriously sleep deprived, incision still healing and slightly sore, but overall, happy to have the C-section behind me and not be pregnant anymore. But Mason is worth everything and more.