Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Welcoming Whitman: Meeting Mom and Dad

*If you missed it, Part 1 is here.

Those two hours waiting for Whitman to be "delivered" to our room ticked by very slowly. I'd waited nine months to meet this little one, but those few hours felt like days.

But, sure enough, four hours after I briefly saw and kissed my boy, the door of our room creaked open and a nurse wheeled in our Whitman.

My husband - knowing that my heart was simultaneously heavy and overjoyed, scooped up our baby and placed him in my arms.

I couldn't believe he was mine.


I remember this moment with each of my children.

Overwhelming joy.

The feelings of agony and longing during those four hours were forgotten in that moment. I was holding my Whitman. My baby boy.


I love meeting my children for the first time - discovering who they are in all their newness and sweet-smelling babyness.

But, watching my husband with one of our newborn babies? There is no feeling with which to compare it. Those are among the most cherished memories of my life.

Do you think this guy was at all excited that God had just blessed him with a FOURTH son?


When I look at these pictures, I see the guy I dated in college and I'm so grateful that God chose me for him.


What amazing gifts. Both of them.


Shortly after we spent some time getting to know our baby, we finally felt ready to announce his arrival to our friends and family. That afternoon, we called and texted and Facebooked and then we spent that night - just the three of us - anticipating the next day.

The boys were coming to meet their new brother! And, they had no idea if Momma had a "boy baby" or a "girl baby". Or, in their world - "Princess Leia" or "Han".

They were about to find out...


  1. Such a special time - I love the pictures! Can't wait to see the boys reactions!

  2. I love this week of posts. So sweet.

    Isn't it great to have a GOOD camera? Love, LOVE the pictures of your boys meeting your "boy baby."

    Hope you are recovering well, my friend. Love you.