Seriously didn’t I just give birth to this kid? Cause I just watched him cruise from one side of the couch to the other with the greatest of ease.

I officially have my work cut out for me now.

8 months ago, at this exact moment I was in the recovery room crying. I wasn’t crying because of the pain that I was in from just undergoing major abdominal surgery. I wasn’t crying because I was afraid of how I was going to handle 2 kids. I wasn’t crying because I was overcome with joy and happiness either.

I was crying because I had yet to see my little boy. He was hurried off to the NICU and I was stuck in the recovery room helpless. All I wanted was to cuddle the little boy that I had held in my belly for 9 months. I wanted to nurse him, count his toes…make sure that he was ok. But I was met with resistance. Uncertainty. Fear.

It took several more hours before I was able to see him, and even longer before I was able to touch his cheek with my bare hand. He was such a big boy 9 pounds, 7 oz. And he didn’t belong in the NICU with all those tiny babies.

He is simply perfect in every way, and I have since counted his toes and nursed him to sleep many, many times. And will continue to do so many more times.

He has changed our lives in so many ways. And when I see my two boys playing in their elmo tent together giggling and laughing, or holding hands in the stroller I know that he has filled a void that we didn’t even know existed.

Happy 8 month birthday Z!

Check out the new promo video! SUB is the one in the blue shirt with camo shorts, and I am in there a few times holding baby Z.

The only thing cuter than this

is this