I finally get my hands on him...

Almost 5 hours later... we get to hold our baby.  After my sweet husband "asked" over and over again just for 5 min. with our little one they finally agreed (and he was breathing better).  Our sweet family had stuck it out with us (keeping Pierce entertained and me distracted)... and when they wheeled Asher in the room... I could finally take a deep breath... This was only the second time I had seen him and with the drugs now worn off I was alert and ready to hold my baby.

Here he is... a perfect little miracle...
 

"Enough of everyone just staring at me can someone pick me please" - Asher

We have not gotten the professional pics yet so these will have to do for the time... a little blurry but so thankful we have them... bc this is a picture of the first time I got to touch our little caper...still flat and with some weights and bandages wrapped around my mid section I still wanted to hold him.

 

ViVi with her second grandson... 

I finally got to sit up... and hold him... I love that my moms hands are in the picture... two generations of a mothers love... 

 

I have no idea what all this sign says... but it makes me smile.

Back in his bed... he has to go back to the nursery for a little while... 

 

The whole family went to drop him off back in the nursery... and I am sure I went back to sleep.