When I picked the photos for my header, I looked for ones that included Maximus and us. While my options were thin, the memories are vivid.
Bryan and Maximus
I think I remember all of the night Maximus was born, but there’s a good chance I may not because of the c-section drugs. I could barely keep my eyes open because I was so drowsy. Actually, I don’t remember them wheeling my bed from the recovery room to my room. I do remember my parents coming into the room and I think Bryan walked with me into the room. I think he left and wheeled Maximus into our room. (I don’t think a nurse wheeled Maximus in…) I think Bryan put Maximus in my arms. Now, I’m realizing I “remember” that night but it’s all pretty fuzzy! One of my parents (my dad?) took a picture of Bryan, Maximus and I. It’s the only family picture we have from when he was born, and I look like I just got out of surgery! Ha. I look really groggy and it was all I could do to smile. It’s not a pretty picture of me, but I have it framed and show it because it’s the first day of the rest of my life as a mommy. Back to THIS picture…after our family picture and some pictures of just me and Maximus (that also aren’t very good) and some pictures of my parents and Maximus and I, then Bryan took him. Bryan was walking with him across the room. It was really his first time holding Maximus and getting to really look at his face. Someone had put the camera on my bed. In my groggy, just got out of surgery, haze, the blogger in me picked up my camera and turned it on. I have no idea how I got a good picture because I’m sure I barely looked through the eye slot. Not to mention that it was 10:30 at night in a dimly lit hospital room. Regardless, I will forever be grateful that I took this picture. It means this first daddy-son moment is forever captured!
Me and Maximus
Maximus was about four or five days old. This was one of my first times out of bed. I was so sore and in pain that I couldn’t hold Maximus without having a pillow propped under me. Bryan and I were getting ready to start season 1 of Entourage. This became a nightly routine of ours those first few weeks. We stopped and haven’t gotten up-to-date on the episodes, but it was a fun way to spend each evening. I would nurse Maximus and we’d watched a few episodes. As the weeks passed, we’d move him to his bassinet after he fell asleep. I think this picture was taken the night that we took Maximus out for the first time. Or, maybe I just think that because I wore the same clothes for quite a while! (I could only wear one pair of pants because everything else touched my incision.) His first outing was a night softball game to watch his uncle. I was a slow mover and leaned on the stroller the whole time we were there. Maximus slept because that’s what newborns do. I had him dressed appropriately in a baseball onsie so he fit right in. I asked Bryan to take this picture because I knew we hadn’t taken a lot of camera pictures and I knew there were none of me since the ever-s0-amazing post-surgery pictures. This is another goodie that I’ll always cherish because of the memories associated with it. I can look at that picture and be taken back to those first few weeks. The night-time feedings, the quiet of the house, the way the house seemed to change before our eyes, and the routine that quickly fell into place.
Maximus and Wrigley
I’ve been very good about taking pictures every month. I want to look back at his first year and see how Maximus has grown. I asked Bryan to take the pictures because for some reason I felt like I needed help. I decided that Maximus was starting to gain substance and I wanted to have him sit up. Isn’t that what four months old do? To the nursing chair we went (that still sits in our room and hasn’t made it to his nursery…). Bryan snapped a few pictures while I adjusted the blinds so we could get some natural light. Maximus was kind of into smiling but not completely loving it or doing it on demand. After a while, Wrigley wanted in on the action and jumped up on the chair and sat down. We rolled with it and caught a couple of pictures of the two of them. I don’t remember much about the rest of this day. I think this was the first time Maximus wore his Cyclone sleeper. And I think it was a lazy Sunday. Outside of that, I remember the photo shoot. I know this will be the first of many pictures of our two babies.