On September 16th, at 6:50 pm Jack Walker Pedde, the little man that was inside only moments before, lay on my chest looking at me with sleepy, calm eyes. We already knew each other. I knew his sleep schedule. I knew that he liked to sit with his long legs straight out at a 90 degree angle. I even knew what music made him dance around. He knew things about me that I'll never know, the sound of my heart, what I'm like from the inside. Most importantly he knew my voice and as he lay on my chest, his pale body against my flushed skin, my voice was just about the only thing he recognized.
Needless to say, my world has been completely different since that point. So far I still feel like I'm exploring a new, exciting country and haven't started to miss the things I've left behind--and maybe I never will. One thing I'm determined to carry forward is art, whether its photography, writing or any other type of creative process. It just too important for my sanity.
Before Jack, I promised to take one photograph a day for the next year. It seemed easy enough. Well I've probably done this but most of the images are of a sleeping baby or a flash startled baby...not super exciting to the outside world. I will do my best to share the ones that are more creative and less, "mom in awe" but I'll have to throw some of those in there every once in awhile.
|Waiting. Jack was five long days late. It seems like nothing now but they were the longest five days I've ever experienced.|
|1 day old|
|5 days old|
Morning. 1 week old
|10 days old|
|napping. 10 days old|