Out for a Walk
Hey Jude,
Since bringing you home, we've been pretty confined to our house in order to keep you healthy. You don't have much of an immune system right now so we are limited in what all three of us can do together.
We've been a little (ok. A lot) stir crazy and your doctor said we could take you on walks when the weather's nice.
We have gone out a couple times in the past week and you've loved getting fresh air and seeing new things. You gaze at the trees in wonder and get startled when loud trucks pass us on the road.
Last night when we went out, it was a little cloudy. As we got closer to home, it started to sprinkle. Seconds later, it was pouring. Like a total downpour flooding the street. I immediately regretted leaving the stroller at home and opting for the baby carrier.
Your Dad pulled you close, wrapped you tightly in your blanket and shielded your face with the baby carrier.
We sloshed home as quick as we could and with every step I kicked myself for leaving the stroller, for not bringing a bigger blanket, and for being so unprepared.
I worried our jaunt in the rain would give you a cold or worse, pneumonia. Or somehow, the Ebola virus. My mind strayed to all the crazy pathways of an overprotective preemie mother in matter of seconds.
We walked in the door and I started to peel away the soaked blanket and clothes to survey the damage. And there you were. Mostly dry (thanks to Dad) and sleeping soundly.
My heart melted with relief. You didn't look distressed or traumatized from the event. As I started to change your clothes, a sweet smile graced your beautiful face seeming to say, "Mom. Chill. I'm fine. I've survived a lot worse."
Thank you for that, Jude. For your resilience and ability to smile despite the rain that has poured down in your life.
XOXO,
Momma
Since bringing you home, we've been pretty confined to our house in order to keep you healthy. You don't have much of an immune system right now so we are limited in what all three of us can do together.
We've been a little (ok. A lot) stir crazy and your doctor said we could take you on walks when the weather's nice.
We have gone out a couple times in the past week and you've loved getting fresh air and seeing new things. You gaze at the trees in wonder and get startled when loud trucks pass us on the road.
Last night when we went out, it was a little cloudy. As we got closer to home, it started to sprinkle. Seconds later, it was pouring. Like a total downpour flooding the street. I immediately regretted leaving the stroller at home and opting for the baby carrier.
Your Dad pulled you close, wrapped you tightly in your blanket and shielded your face with the baby carrier.
We sloshed home as quick as we could and with every step I kicked myself for leaving the stroller, for not bringing a bigger blanket, and for being so unprepared.
I worried our jaunt in the rain would give you a cold or worse, pneumonia. Or somehow, the Ebola virus. My mind strayed to all the crazy pathways of an overprotective preemie mother in matter of seconds.
We walked in the door and I started to peel away the soaked blanket and clothes to survey the damage. And there you were. Mostly dry (thanks to Dad) and sleeping soundly.
My heart melted with relief. You didn't look distressed or traumatized from the event. As I started to change your clothes, a sweet smile graced your beautiful face seeming to say, "Mom. Chill. I'm fine. I've survived a lot worse."
Thank you for that, Jude. For your resilience and ability to smile despite the rain that has poured down in your life.
Momma
Beautifully written, Whitney:)
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