My Little Brockman

When I found out I was pregnant with Brock, we decided we wouldn't find out via ultrasound whether or not I was carrying a boy or girl. It was amazingly fun not knowing what our gift was going to be ... and the guessing carried on throughout the nine months. The pregnancy was different in many ways (I hardly ever had to shave my legs?!), my fingernails grew like a girly-girl, and I experienced morning sickness for a bit. Though some of the 'symptoms' were different than with Tatum, I carried the same. He decided to come two weeks early, and he thought he'd rather be born by c-section in the end. I remember waking up in the recovery room, and a nurse told me I had a baby boy. A baby boy. I was blown away. I had an amazing baby boy, that I hadn't even seen ... but I knew he was perfect. And I was beyond excited. I was in my happy place.

I first set eyes on that special little man, and I couldn't believe he was mine. We bonded in the hospital, and my heart was the happiest little heart you could possibly imagine. My mom came to visit again in the evening, and Rod was home with Tatum. I remember smiling like a kid in a candy store. I had a private room, it was dark outside, my new baby boy on my lap, and my mom sitting close by to share in that brand-new-mommy-moment that I think every new mom must experience. For the next few weeks I'd check on him when he was sleeping in his crib, and I'd be overcome by this amazingly powerful feeling ... so proud to have a precious boy.

He's two now, and it feels like it was just a few weeks ago we brought him home. On the go at all times, and loving everything 'Thomas and Trains', he's growing into an adorable person. He's wild with tantrums, and a puddle of goo come supper time. He's my sunshine ... and even though he's a daddy's boy ... deep down I know I rock his world as much as he rocks mine. These were from tonight, and I couldn't help myself ...