Being a Mommy

Brandon and I spent 2 days in the hospital.

Tom spent most of his time with us and then we all went home to our apartment. We moved onto the 3rd floor into a 2 bedroom a few weeks before Brandon was born.

I remember setting Brandon down and just looking at him. I was a mom! We were parents! It was wonderful. My parents and my oldest sister came to visit us that first day home. I was happy to have the company of family.

It wasn't easy carrying a baby, and groceries up two flights of stairs, but somehow we managed.

Friday nights were still spent at the laundry mat, but now we would put Brandon in his carseat on top of the washers. The rhythm would put him to sleep.

Brandon was a great baby. I took him everywhere with me. And he was adorable. I always got comments from people on how beautiful he was. I felt very blessed to be Brandon's mother. (I still do.)

I was still able to be a nanny for the same family. I took 2 weeks off after having Brandon. The boy's parents took 1 week off to stay home and then my parents went to their home and took care of the little boy for 1 week.

It was such a blessing that I could take Brandon to work with me. I loved him so much and couldn't imagine not being with him every day. I never knew you could love a child as much as I loved Brandon.

The first time I went out without Brandon was Tom and I's first wedding anniversary. Brandon came along and made us a family 9 months 3 weeks after our wedding day.

Three is a Magic Number - I used to sing that to Brandon all the time.

And I remember going to the Riverwalk - one of our favorite things to do - the three of us were sitting on a hill and Brandon just smiled at us. It was like he was saying "I really love you guys. You're fun."