10 days old.

Dear Beckett,

It's hard to believe, but you have already been a part of our world for 10 whole days. It's a strange transition--becoming a parent. Even now, at 3:35am, with you lying next to me, finally sleeping, I have a hard time believing that you're really mine. My baby. My son.

Your arrival did not exactly go as planned. But that is a story for another day and for now the only thing that matters is that you are here. And you are healthy. And strong. Oh my, are you strong. By your second day, you were already lifting your head up. Of course, it still bobbles about, but you shouldn't even be able to do that at 10 days old let alone 2. Just one example, and there are many, of how you have already exceeded expectations. And I don't just mean of your (very) biased family, but also of the nurses and doctors that you have come into contact with.

So much has already happened. I've had so little time to dedicate to documenting it all though, thanks mostly to your voracious appetite. We are still figuring you out. Learning when your little squeals are going to become full-blown crying fits and when they are just the sounds of your sleep. We're dealing with nighttime feedings and sleep deprivation as best as we can as well. Taking shifts. Usually, I stay up until the wee hours of the morning with you while your dad sleeps and then we swap and I get to sleep in a bit (in between feedings of course).

Not that you want to know about this, but I am breast feeding you. I knew going into it that it would be difficult, I just did not realize that it would also be painful. We're still working on it though and I'm fairly determined to make it work. It's getting better, just slowly.

I will catch up and fill in all the important details here soon. For now, I'm just trying to sleep when I can and enjoy all the snuggle time I can get with you in between visits from family who like to steal you away. You are so loved.