I am getting to fly with a newborn babe so I went out and bought a special bag to put his carseat in when we check it. I didnt want it damaged or dirty. I know I will need to breastfeed upon take off and upon landing. Hopefully he will be great for the 3hour plane flight. I fear being the woman with the screaming kid and everyone pointing at me as I exit the plane. I think he will do fine especially since he loves to be held and there are 5 of us flying together so we can pass him around. Its the 3 hour car ride that I fear for after we land in Minnesota. He doesn't do so well sitting in his carseat for long periods of time. I am still not able to travel alone with him as he hold his breath and turns red as a tomato.
I am listening to my sweet boy lay in his bed talking to his mobile and laughing right now. Its the sweetest sound. Hes 10 weeks old now and I keep asking everyone when will he feel like hes mine. I just feel its to good to be true. I wanted him, prayed for him and shed millions of tears thinking I would never be a mother. Ryan and I becoming parents is the hardest thing to grasp. I feel like I'm asleep in a dream and I will have to give him back somehow. I know its ridiculous but I love this little boy so much and I am honored God chose me to be his mommy. What a lucky little boy he is as well. I have some many plans, goals and ambitions for him. I really thought I would be some sort of time natzie (pretty sure I butchered that spelling)when he was born sticking to a straight schedule. Im probably the opposite I let him nap when he is tired stay up late if hes not.