Preston didn't want to hold Olivia for a little bit. He was nervous because she was so small. I think he thought she was going to come out bigger! Plus he had a little bit of a cough from a cold that was hanging on or allergies we weren't sure. So he kept telling us that he didn't want to get her sick. Such a sweet big brother.
There was the first time that Preston held her.
I had handed her to Brad and run downstairs to switch the laundry. When I came back up, Brad told me that Preston had held Olivia. For the first time. Ever. And I had missed all of it.
I might have cried. And contemplated Brad's death.
I mean I grew both of them from scratch and then Brad let Preston hold her while I was downstairs for a couple of minutes switching the laundry?!
Oh, but he took a picture with his phone and sent it to me.
You should have seen Brad. He was so proud that he'd remembered to take a picture. And had already sent it to my phone.
When I'd calmed down from the tears and the thoughts of Brad's death I realized that he does miss a lot of moments that I don't. Because he is working. Working to make it possible for me to be home. So that I can be home to see all of the moments.
With Preston being nervous about holding Olivia, Brad could have already gone back to work and missed it. I could have been the one texting him the photo.
A friend suggested a do over when I was talking about how awful it was that I missed the first time that Preston held Olivia.
So that's just what we did.
So there was the second first time that Preston held her.
Aren't they cute?!
My baby and my baby!