One month

My prince William, it is so hard to believe that a month has gone by since I first set eyes on your beautiful face. Your journey through life started out a little rough. When you were born you took such a forceful first breath that it caused small air leaks in both of your lungs. You had some difficulty with breathing afterwards. Because of this, they whisked you away to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) right after you were born. Just before they took you away, I was able to look at you for mere seconds and I kissed your forehead, then you were gone. I knew that this was the best thing for you. I was worried but I didn't let it consume me. You stayed in the NICU for 3 days and you weren't allowed to come into my hospital room with me. Every time I left the NICU I felt empty and sad leaving you behind. I remember hearing cries from all of the other babies that were born the same night, they were with their mommas. I had to keep my door closed to drown out the sound. By the end of the second day, we were re-united and I was able to hold you for the first time. At that moment, I could not have been more happy.

On the third day, I was overjoyed when they removed the IV and the NG tube. I felt to bad when they pulled off the tape that was wrapped around your arm and was on your precious little face. You were finally free, free to come home with us! I was overwhelmed as we carried you through the hospital and out the front doors. We loaded you in the car and I just broke down with joy.

Since then we have been watching you grow right before our eyes. We are still trying to figure out who you look like, mom or dad. You are a good mix of both! I love to sit and stroke your super soft hair. You have daddy's dark hair. I hope that it will stay such a dark color. Your eyes are still a shade of blue. We are still waiting to see what they will become. Somedays they look blue like daddy's unforgettable eyes and other times they look more brown like mom's. You have inherited my hands with super long fingers that you wrap tightly around mine. You have the "Tully's" big feet too. I think that you might me a pretty tall guy someday.

You are always such a calm, quite and content little boy. You love to look around at your surroundings. I wonder what it is that you could be thinking of as you analyze different objects, especially when you stare into our faces. Lately you have been exploring your voice. You tend to make more sweet noises along with little sighs as you sleep. Daddy and I love to sit and watch your facial expressions. You pucker up your lips as though you are trying whistle or make monkey sounds. Daddy has termed this face as "Monkey Whistles." I especially love your little smiles as you contently drift off to sleep. They just melt my heart every time. I wish that I could bottle your little baby scent. I love to hold you and breathe your sweetness into my soul. I feel like a mom the most when you cuddle up on my shoulder and fall sound asleep. I sit and rock you and listen to you softly breathing and feel your warmth against me. I will always remember these things about you. You are amazing.

"Monkey Whistles"

My sweet little boy, you have gotten so big. You now weigh 11lbs and 3 oz. and measure 22-1/2 inches long. I still can't believe that you were once curled up into a tight little ball in my belly. You leave me in awe everyday by the things that you do and the new things that you are constantly learning. I feel so lucky to be your momma. Will, I love you.