I can just sit here and look at my baby. And hold him when I want. And I get to stay with him at night instead of leaving. His cousins can come see him and hold him. So very strange. And completely wonderful.
I'm still working on writing down his birth story. We got a little taste of literally everything that could happen during labor, it seems. But the ending was what we wanted -- a healthy baby. And we got that and we couldn't be happier.
For now we are enjoying our destroyed house, our snuggly baby, and our rambunctious 2 year old who suddenly now seems so old but still as cute as ever. Cohen is adjusting. He got up and scowled that there was someone in his swing, but soon he was putting cars on the tray for Ezra. He has been a little bit more crazy lately, but I think he's just recovering from us being gone and now to having a little baby in his space and we already see that he is going to be a wonderful big brother.