First, I never said thank you to everyone that commented on my last blog post, ahem, 2 months ago. I appreciate each and every compliment, cause y'all, I was feeling mighty large. Whoever said pregnancy is magical is a damned liar! So thank you!!
Second, this post is about my baby's birth (not in massive detail, I promise). So if you don't like fat babies, or aren't in any way interested in this story, I'd suggest closing out this page now!
May I present to you, the crowning achievement of said pregnancy, my baby boy:
I like to call him Mr. Sweet Cheeks
My home birth did not go according to plan, and I ended up transferring to the hospital and having a caesarean. Most definitely the opposite of the drug free birth I wanted. But, it is what it is, and though it was traumatic, but not life-threatening, I'm slowly processing everything. My emotions have been all over the place and I feel like I'm just now coming out of that fog. Plus, it ends up good that we went to the hospital, as the baby was hypoglycemic and possibly had sepsis. And no, I did not have gestational diabetes. So, on top of me recovering from surgery, he ended up in the NICU for a week. Longest week of my life.
First day in the NICU
My husband and I tried to keep perspective, for the most part we have a very healthy baby, all he needed was sugary fluids and antibiotics for a week, unlike a lot of other babies in the NICU. It's easy to not feel too sorry for yourself when you see 2 lb babies and yours is a whopping 9 1/2 pounder. Oh yeah, he's a real chunk.
He's just got more to love
We've been home now for 4 weeks and even though I'm a little zombied out, I'm having a great time with him.
Diaper changes are his favorite
Now I'm working on carving a little time out for some craftiness. Yesterday was the first day I was able to sew, only for 5 minutes, but still! Baby steps, y'all, baby steps. I just need to get him on a schedule, right?!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!