Well, he's here and we are IN LOVE. Life with a newborn is no picnic, but with a face like that, even during those first few weeks, it was hard to stay down for long (even if I was running on 4 hours of sleep). At two months he's doing much better with sleeping and napping, but my world is still consumed with feeding, baby talk, diapers, cuddles, and exorbitant amounts of spit up. He is growing and changing every day and I feel so blessed to have a front row seat.
Jonathan was born on at 3:10 pm. I had been having stronger, more regular contractions all week, and on Thursday they were starting to hurt. So of course we downloaded our contraction timer app--hoping to be checked in to the hospital before dinner. Matt didn't want to go to work in the morning, and I was ready for this baby get out! But no such luck; the contractions died down, and we went to bed. Matt had a restful night's sleep. I, on the other hand, lay awake all night breathing through contractions and fervently timing them so that we could get the show on the road the second they had been 5 minutes apart for an hour.
We were checked in to the hospital around 6 am. The nurse was surprised at how fast and strong my contractions were coming . . . that made two of us. I have to say that my three hours of real labor before the epidural were intense and excruciating and I don't know how anyone could survive natural childbirth. I have so much respect for those women, but I'm an epidural girl. All the way.
Post-epidural labor was great. I ate orange popsicles, took naps, and enjoyed time with Matt. We were so grateful that he could take the weekend off. I couldn't have done it without him. I was nervous, terrified actually, but so excited to finally meet our little boy! The most uncomfortable thing was itchy arms and face (weird epidural side effect) and severe hunger. Of course once I started pushing it was a different story, but you don't want the details on that. Let's just say that after 1.5 hours of pushing, there was a baby! And he was mine! It was so surreal. They placed him on my chest and I was overwhelmed by the love and protectiveness that I immediately felt. And don't even get me started on the emotions of seeing Matt holding him for the first time. Watching my husband become a father was one of the most perfect moments of my life. I have never been so happy and grateful! Thus begins our life as "Scott, party of three."
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