Thursday, April 26, 2012

It’s hard to believe that Elijah is three weeks old today – I know why people tell you not to blink when raising a child!  Already he has grown and changed so much.  He is becoming more alert and will turn his head towards a noise, especially my voice.  I told Mike a few days ago that part of me wishes he could stay like this forever, but really I enjoy watching him grow and change too.

Nursing is going well – I’ve found that it’s a bit like riding a bike.  At first everything was so complicated, and I had to put a lot of thought into making it work, but already I’m a lot better at it, and am starting to be able to do it without thinking about it.

Elijah is a good little baby – he is a good sleeper (for a newborn!) and already tends to sleep in a 3-4 hour stretch at night.  He likes to be held a lot, and we’re still figuring out how to use the many infant carriers we have and keep him happy in them.  

I love being a mom.  I love that there are times when only I can make it better.  I love when he looks me right in the face and stares into my eyes.  I am so grateful for every moment with my little boy!

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Pictures from Elijah's birthday

With the midwife and birth attendant.  He got perfect scores on his Apgar tests.

With the proud grandmas.

Meeting Pappy (my dad).

 Sticking out his tongue!

 The rooms in the birth center are beautiful!

Ready to go home!
Birth Story, Part II

The pushing stage is somewhat of a blur to me.  I remember the midwife telling Mike to look at his baby’s head, and asking Mike if there was hair (he replied in a panic that yes there was hair but he couldn’t remember what color it was).  I remember feeling very exhausted and turning to the birth attendant and telling her that I had no idea how she could go through this NINE times.  I remember the midwife yelling at me to STOP PUSHING and finding out later that the cord was wrapped around the baby’s neck twice – thankfully she very quickly got it unwrapped with no ill effects.  I remember telling myself that if I could just get through ONE more push, maybe it would all be over and I would have my baby.  I remember telling myself that more times than I cared to.  But then…the moment came.

At first I didn’t realize that it had happened.  The midwife placed him on my chest immediately, but my eyes were closed and I was so exhausted that the birth attendant had to tell me “Open your eyes and see your baby!”

I will never, ever, for as long as I live, forget that moment.   He let our family in the next room know that he had arrived by crying quite lustily – my dad sent my brother a text that said “I think we have another baritone in the family!”  But I noticed nothing but my precious little boy.  For that moment, the whole world stopped for me, and I wasn’t aware of anything beyond the little bubble surrounding our new family.  


He came into the world with a full set of lungs, weighing 8 pounds 8 ounces and was 20.5 inches long.

Meeting daddy.

My birth experience was so special.   Mike was with me the whole time, and he did wonderfully at helping me relax and breathe through the contractions.  My mom was there almost the whole time, and it was so special to have her there for the birth.  My dad was even there to help me through some of the early stage of labor.  I am so glad that I was able to have the birth experience I hoped for.  I’m so glad I went with my heart.