A moment when everything was ‘just right’.

When I read this, I knew my moment exactly. March 27, 2008 starting at about 11pm until about 5am on March 28. My son was born at 11:39am on March 27 and while the day was a steady stream of visitors, my husband went home around 10:30pm and baby and I got settled in for the night and by 11:00pm, it was just us, snuggled up in the hospital bed. While it was late March, the weather had taken a turn and it was cold – the wind chill brought the temperature down and the snow fell gently outside my window.

This was in the days (largely) before “selfies”, so I have no pictures commemorating this moment, just my memory. He was bundled up tight in the cream coloured hospital blanket, a blue band around the top. His dark inquisitive eyes drinking in the wide world. His head topped with a mop of dark hair, his cheeks rosy, full, and his nose was the cutest I think I’d ever seen. While he weighed in at 9 pound, 9 ounces, he felt light to me and I knew quickly, I’d never let go, no matter the difficulty we might face.

The nurses were insistent I leave him in the bassinet beside my bed, but I could not bear to be apart from him. He laid in my arms all night. While I should have been exhausted, I didn’t sleep at all that night. I just watched him. He fell asleep after his last feeding (around 11:30pm) and he slept until they insisted I wake him at 5am.

I smelled him often. He smelled amazing. The best way I can describe it is like warm toast make out of freshly baked bread. He was intoxicating. Thankfully, he never ran out of sniffs.

That moment in time, everything was just right. He was mine, he was perfect, and it was so peaceful.

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