week 4 in the Great Big world

Dear Baby Hercules,

I know you are out of the belly now.. I know that you are a sweet little baby boy named Jackson.. But it felt incomplete to not write one more letter to you as Hercules..

I want you to know that you were 8 days late.. that you could have been much later if it wasn't for my awesome nurse who pushed them to admit me.. I want you to know the Dr thought you were going to be little but I guessed how much you would weigh.. I want you to know that having a baby for the third time is not less special or wonderful than the first or second... I want you to know that even though you were 8 days late (do you see my slight annoyance about that fact) That you came right on time... That when you were placed in my arms I melted...

All those weeks of waiting.... all those weeks of dreaming about what you would look like.. imagining having you in our home... they don't even compare to actually having you here.. You Baby Hercules are wonderful...

Aria is very happy you are not a puppy... and Gibson can't wait to share his room.. and Daddy is so very thankful you are a boy, something about girls being a handful not sure what he is talking about :). And I am very thankful just to hold you. Daddy might believe I am spoiling you a little because of all the holding I do but I say you can't spoil a 2 week old AND you being in my arms is much safer than putting you down... ( because of a certain little girl who really wants to "take" care of you, but is still learning gentle)

I love you Jackson,

Mommy