Where'd the time go?

Oh my goodness, what a week! I can't believe that it's almost been one whole week since Claire was born. I feel like the hospital stay was just one big day instead of three and with all of the visitors we've had, the week has just flown by. We're doing so wonderful! We're adjusting to being new parents, which is still so weird to me at times, and we're just soaking up every smile, cry, and sleeping moment. I am so happy to have her and I try not to get too sad knowing that she will grow up. I think that's the hardest part for me so far....I don't want her to grow up. I want to go back to last Wednesday to being induced and have her all over again. Crazy? Maybe, but it was absolutely magical and I would do it one hundred times over again to get that overwhelming brand new mom feeling again. Don't get me wrong, I still feel like a brand new mom, but there is something so special about seeing your new baby for the very first time with the anticipation of spending every moment with her. I love her!

So, funny hospital story (funny now that it's over at least). Brian was a total space cadet while we were in the hospital. He was so overwhelmed with being a new dad that he wasn't quite in his right frame of mind. He came home and got in the shower with his glasses on for one, looked like a deer in the headlights most of the time, and started is daddy worrying from the first minute she got here. So, we're just chilling in the hospital on Friday morning and he puts his hands up and gasps, "I lost my wedding ring!" Now, Brian is ALWAYS taking his ring off to play with it, so it came to no surprise to me. He looked at home, nothing. Labor and delivery room, nothing. Lost and found, nothing. We started looking through pictures to see if he had it on. The only pictures we had were of the delivery room and in both pictures his ring finger was covered up, but my mom went through hers and saw it in some of them, so we knew it had to be in our mother-baby room since he went no where after that. So, Saturday morning, we packed everything up, said countless prayers to find it, but we still weren't finding anything in our stuff or around the room. Last place to look, the trash. Yes, he found his ring in one of the trash cans. THANK GOODNESS that prayers are answered! What a relief. I told him that he cannot ever take it off his finger again.

Brian is the cutest dad ever! It's so darling to hear him say, "I love you" to her all the time and then turn to me to tell me that she is so cute. I love being a mom and I'm so glad that we get to be parents! Here are some pictures from Claire at home! We love her!!

One of my favorites!!!

We had to get a picture with the "Claire Bear" that we got her. :)