Published Feb 14, 2013
I was re-packing Declan’s diaper bag yesterday and out came a little packet of gauze and vaseline we’d put in there, for properly wrapping his new circumcision when changing his diapers. It took just a few days for his circumcision to heal up after we got home, and we’ve long since stopped with the vaseline and gauze, which I suppose is good because putting those two words together in print is so creepy.
When we saw the gauze and vaseline we both teared up a little, thinking of our days-old boy home fresh from the hospital, and how much things had changed since then. And he’s only three weeks and a day old! Just a couple of days ago the last of his umbilical cord fell off, and now we’ll never see him with a cord again.
My friends all told me: enjoy your son’s every moment, because everything will fly by. I believed them, but I also thought: isn’t that the kind of nostalgia that waits until your child is a verbal, interactive toddler? My doubt has been proven wrong; these tired, long, late, loud days also are filled with a joyous padding of moments we’ll treasure. It’s amazing, and it’s amazing how far we’ve come already.