Another giant downfall to covid was that the girls weren’t able to come to the hospital to meet their brother. Though, Eloise was very nervous so it was probably best anyway.
Matthew and I came home Sunday afternoon with Nolan and the girls didn’t come until Monday afternoon, so we had a nice first day/night with Nolan before the big girls came.
I could tell that after Nolan was born and we sent a few photos and video-chatted with the girls Eloise became more and more nervous to meet her brother. I think it sunk it that there was a real baby now. Hatsy, on the other hand, constantly asked to see baby brother on the video and only wanted to talk to him, not Matthew and I. So when they walked in the door Eloise was super hesitant and Hatsy just wanted to go see him.
Eloise held my hand and onto me and didn’t really want to touch him at first. We encouraged her to take her time and she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to. Again, Hatsy asked to touch his head, his hands, to kiss him, to hug him. She was in LOVE with her little brother. Eloise just kept saying he was so cute, but she needed a moment to warm up on her own terms.
Seeing their faces and gushing over how cute his tiny toes, noes, fingers etc. was, was the most heart warming thing I have ever witnessed. They were SO so sweet with him ( still are!) They LOVE love their baby brother.
I am so thankful I have my friend Mindy with Mindy Danelle Photography come and document this moment for us. For me, I can still feel and see all the emotion from those moments and thats exactly what I wanted to get!
*And in full mom transparency* I almost didn’t post many of the photos of me. Especially those on the couch. Not only was I two days postpartum and had a lot of pain and discomfort from my incision, I also ended up in the hospital two days later with preeclampsia again, with water retention. So these photos (I feel) like I look overly bloated and pale. But thats not what these are about AT ALL, and this was a moment in our lives that I never want to forget.
