Waking Up

What I wouldn't do for just one more day.  Today is our last day before I go back to work.  Reggie's last day before childcare.  Where did the time go?  Chris and I were up talking last night, marveling at how fast this has all gone by.  It seemed like just yesterday I was looking at a pregnancy test and bawling my eyes out - wondering how in the world we were going to manage, but having an overwhelming feeling of love and wonderment for this little miracle that was growing inside of me.  I remember the first moment I felt him move, the hiccups, the sound of his heartbeat through the Doppler.  I miss those moments, all of them.  When he was born, I remember waiting for him to take his first breath, to start crying - and when he finally did, I tried so hard to remember everything I was feeling at that instant, so I could keep it for when I needed it.
  I laid in my hospital bed with him nestled to my chest for almost two hours.  Then life began to move forward, beginning from the instant that I handed him over to our nurse.  At that moment, I felt a little sad - but also relief to know that he was okay and he was healthy.  There was the day we brought him home, the sleepless nights that followed, the moments with family and friends that we will never forget.  The mornings and afternoons we slept away from pure exhaustion, the first smile peeking at the corners of his lips.  It has been so magical, like a dream, and so fleeting.  I'm sure that tomorrow I am going to feel as if I have been rudely awoken - and it's going to take me some time to adjust.  We are closing one chapter and beginning another. Am I ready?  I don't think I ever will be.