oh those sweet newborn smells, cries, and meaningful stares. there's nothing like looking into the eyes of a person who has spent the last several months living inside another human. what stories those eyes can tell of this big adventure they've been on.
sometimes i like to imagine what they'd share. maybe schaffer remembers the song dad would sing to him before bed while holding mom's belly waiting for a nudge or kick. maybe he remembers how mom's heart-rate would ease into a beautiful rhythm when she was relaxed. maybe he remembers the feeling of open, gentle hands as he emerged from mom in their bed at home.
...just stuff i think about. ;)
i also love that grandma was able to be there during this intimate time. photos of different generations are priceless and definitely pull at my heart strings.