Picture time!

I just realized I have yet to post pictures of our incredibly cute son (I'll admit I could be biased). As of today (Friday, Feb. 17), he's 15 days old. But here's his cutest picture from his first minutes of life. This picture is just after they put his footprints on a document for us. He's probably 10 minutes old, at most, and the hospital staff hasn't had time to diagnose any problem. (In a movie I took, a nurse almost immediately notes that he's not crying as much as he should be. Within minutes, a neonatal intensive care person would stop by to take a quick look at him, but she said we should give him a little while as he probably just needed some time to grow accustomed to his new environment. Two hours later, he was in the neonatal intensive care unit. And a few hours after that, he was on his way to Delaware, as I've described in detail over these past two weeks).

Anyway, without further ado, here's Nathaniel Hector Correa in one of his first pictures ever:

And here's a couple of pictures from Saturday, Feb. 4. We were supposed to bring him home that day, then watch the Super Bowl on Sunday. He wasn't going to make it home in time, so I brought him his Steelers hat anyway. Last night, we watched Super Bowl highlights together on NFL On Demand (OK, he slept through the hightlights, but I figured he'd probably do that anyway).

As you can tell, he looks pretty normal in those pictures. That's what made this whole thing so difficult ... our normal, strong-looking son was going to be taken away from us, his heart and lungs stopped and his main arteries severed and reattached because some people we never met said it was best for him. And when we got him back, he'd go from looking fit to being utterly helpless. The whole thing still is so tough to believe.