ZOE took a road trip to Birmingham on Saturday. Scott had originally planned to go with us to watch Luke while we sang, but at the last minute we decided to do an experiment-- leaving Luke at home with Scott all day. Luke did great-- I shouldn't be surprised... Scott fed him cereal, baby food, and white grape juice mixed with water in a bottle. I'm not even sure he noticed I was gone! I was gone for close to 12 hours though-- that is the longest I have been away from him since he was born! Yet another sign of what a big boy he is becoming!
Yesterday, Tuesday, August 3rd, was Luke's six month birthday! It is amazing to think back to that February morning when Scott and I first started getting ready to go to the hospital. We were calm and collected. I still have friends who joke with me about how I am the only person they know who would take the time to sit down and email everyone that my water broke and I was on the way to the hospital!
As calm as we were, we simply had no idea what was in store for us--- that day, too, was a 12-hour journey....
There is no point now in recounting all the drama and misfortune that happened on that journey-- because, in retrospect, none of it matters... Luke Isaac Westerman took his first breaths at 6:39 p.m. on February 3rd, 2004 and our lives will never be the same. He was healthy, strong, and big!-- 9 pounds, 2.5 ounces, 21 inches. I am holding him right now as
I type with one hand.... He is even bigger now-- as he tries to grab at the keyboard himself!
When I think back to how little I knew about becoming a mother those first couple of months, it makes me smile. Thankfully, my mom stayed with us and gave us a good head start on things, but when she left, we realized how little we still knew. We were so terrified about so many things-- is he getting enough food, is he warm enough, how do we get him to sleep, what do we do when he cries?!? It was a great bonding experience for Scott and me-- we were a team in the most important challenge of our lives. We took turns staying up with him and holding him-- Scott tried to let me sleep as much as possible.
Now, we feel like pros-- although we are far from it, I'm sure! We know when to feed him, we know when he should sleep-- He is predictable and easy to care for... and we get plenty of sleep just like before he was born. Each day we continue to be in awe of what a miracle he is and are still overwhelmed that he is actually ours!
So-- Happy 6 months, Luke! They have been the best of times and the worst of times-- and we wouldn't have it any other way....
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