The time finally came on July 18 @ 6:24 p.m. My precious baby boy arrived on a Monday weighing 7 lbs 12 oz and was 20.5 inches in length. This is a time that I anxiously awaited for what felt like forever! I thought I was ready...little did I know that my life was about to be so much more different than I ever imagined.
My pregnancy was pretty normal. Not really any problems. We had several ultrasounds, because they were concerned about his growing weight and size of his head...we ended up being induced at 39 weeks, which I was stoked about considering I was MISERABLE!
I went in at midnight on the 18th and was given meds to get the cervix going. I had an amazing team that consisted of our beautiful mothers, our dear sister, and my sweet husband. Words cannot express how much they meant to me. In the morning I was given Pitocin (which I was petrified of) and surprisingly enough, I could definitely handle these contractions. I didn't have any pain killers and I thought it was looking good for no epidural. Around early afternoon, my doctor came in to break my water. Boy, was I unprepared. Not only did that hurt like WOAH, but the contractions that came after went from being a 2 to an 8 in no time! I quickly asked for pain killers which did NOTHING, but make me high as a kite. Funny, I'm sure. After having a drunken talk with my husband about deciding on an epidural, I made my decision.... Operation GET ME ONE NOW! Best decision I have EVER made in my life. Before I knew it I was ready to start pushing. Also, another thing I was unprepared for. It took 1.5 hours of hard pushing. Can we say exhausting? I've never been so tired. After all that pushing and hearing the entire time that he's almost here, he actually did come out! (without feeling it, thank you, Lord!).
I didn't get to initially hold him, because he had to get checked out. So I watched from the bed as everyone else got to admire him and take his sweet little face in. This was the hardest part of the whole process. I've waited all this time to finally meet my precious man and he's just out of reach. All I wanted was to touch him, hold him, look into his beautiful eyes.
Finally, the moment was mine. I was able to meet God's amazing gift to me. He was absolutely perfect. The love and admiration I felt was indescribable. I could only praise the Father for His greatness.
Caleb and I were blessed to have tons of family and friends to visit us in the hospital and at home for our first week. Our wonderful mothers were there to help us, which was amazing! Now we're just a family of 3 and on our own. So many emotions, so many thoughts, and can I just say, So many diapers?!?! For real.
Everything has been so different than I could have possibly imagined. I'm so much more protective than I thought I'd be (trying to work on it). It's so hard to let go and let people help with taking care of him. I constantly think about him and if he's okay and what I can do better to make him happy. My heart breaks when I hear him cry. All of this is a recipe for disaster I'm sure. I'm hoping that I'll start to relax and ease up, but easier said than done.
