If there were an easy way to blog and nurse at the same time, I'd have already posted this, but alas, it sat in "draft" for a week waiting to see the light of day.
Our blessed bundle arrived on September 15, five days before his due date on record. (or three days after the first one we calculated or two days before the one estimated at the 20 week ultrasound...again, due dates are pretty imprecise. Babies come when they want to come.)
I have a separate post planned to officially chronicle his birth story, but to just hit some high points of the occasion...
1. Went to work
2. Sat through 2 rather brutal meetings.
3. Was invited to lunch with some colleagues around 1:00, but when I stood up to leave...my water broke.
4. Beau came to take me home...wanted to change clothes, gather my things...
5. Went to the hospital around 2:30 and had my arms mutilated trying to get a Heplock in place with my small veins.
6. Following an intense, drug-free labor and delivery, had a healthy baby boy at 7:08 pm.
He was smaller than his sister, by a full pound, but my, what a difference a pound makes. He looked so tiny...Beau and I just kept looking at him in disbelief that we ended up with a pixie child! (He was labeled LGA, "large for gestational age" so we, apparently, are the only ones who think 8 pounds, 15 ounces is pixie sized.)