I wish I would have snuggled him a little longer in that swaddle. Stared at his little face while he wiggled his hands up toward it as if to say this thing can’t stop me!
I wish I would have made 10 more videos of the way he would stretch his arms out after I undid the Velcro. And the way he would purse his lips and move his head back and forth while stretching, before smiling at me every morning.
I wish I would have really soaked it in, while he looked like a little worm all wrapped up tight, comforted, like when he was in my belly.
I wish I would have sat in the rocker in his room a little while longer, watching his chest rise and fall and his pacifier twitch between his little lips. And watch his tiny fingers poke out of the bottom of the swaddle flaps.
Because all of the sudden this stage is over and I. Don’t. Want. To. Forget.
I held on to it as long as I could but tonight, he is sleeping with no swaddle. Like a big boy.
I snuck into his room after he was asleep. I parted the darkening curtains just a little so some light could get in. I needed to take a picture of his first night without a swaddle.
I don’t want to forget anything. And it all happened so fast.