This afternoon, FOH fell asleep on me.

While unexpected, it wasn’t a total surprise — he frequently falls asleep while on the boob. However, he usually wakes up the second he is moved. Plus he usually doesn’t sleep in till 11 {I know! Can you believe my good luck?!}.

I figured we were in for another long haul of a day. Which was fine, there were plenty of things to keep us busy just with The Littles.

As I was trying to do that awkward butt couch shuffle … the one where I try to move as slowly as I can to try to stand up without bumping him too much that he startles himself awake, Murphy threw up on the living room rug. And as if on perfect timing cue, Eros {or maybe it was Johnny Barnes, I couldn’t tell, they look too much alike from a distance}, knocked over a glass of water.

Pre-FOH me, well, we know what she would have done. No question about that. Now-FOH me stopped the butt shuffle and sunk back into the couch.

F IT.

Dog puke and spilled water can wait. But this — my 11 week {old} baby asleep on me — cannot.

How many more moments will I be lucky enough to have like this one? He’ll spend the majority of his life not needing my arms around him and my hand gently touching his head and cheeks.

With my back to work date continuing to creep on me, I am soaking in this time in a way that I was unable to before. Call it the baby fog, the mastitis, the extreme sleep deprivation … it had me in such a half functioning state that it was hard to enjoy my time with him and to be fully present.

This afternoon, I was.

I breathed him in, all of him. That new baby smell still there, but barely. The softness of his skin. Watching his peaceful body rise and fall with each breath.

I ended up falling asleep, too. I ignored the phone calls. Ignored the to-dos.

Just me and my baby in my arms. I thanked God and The People and The Universe that they all conspired to bring him to me. That out of all his possible parents, he somehow decided to choose us.

Still not sure how that one happened.

He is the most profound experience. This little being, inspiring me every day to be the best, biggest, most grandest version of myself that I can imagine.

What a beautiful, beautiful gift.