I want to remember this feeling forever.  This deep pitted feeling of being a mom.  As I rock my son to sleep and I feel his warmth on my chest.  The sounds of his hurried breaths.  The smell of a baby.  

He's 1 day old now. Officially in my arms more then 24 hours.  He's mine.  He's my baby.  He's my miracle. 

His first-mom said good bye today and it was hard.  We know (and he will always know) how much she loves him.  She held him and fed him.  She danced in her hospital bed with him.  She celebrated his health and his growth.  She made plans for his future and she told us her dreams for him.  But most of all, she just wants him to feel loved.  To be taken care of.  To be the best little man he can be.  

Her strength amazes me.  It truly does.  

So as I try to soak in every last second of these late night snuggles I also tell him about her.  And I hope he will be as attentive as he is tonight, forever.  I hope his heart will grow with a soft spot for not only her, but all others like her.  Because she is one in a million.

Someone pinch me. I'm a mom.