Well, I’m 4 months postpartum and since this is the first I have posted in quite some time, I believe it goes without saying that (unlike my 10+ weeks on bed rest) time is no longer my friend. Yes, I am now a happy, exhausted, thrilled, exhausted, ecstatic, exhausted mother of 2…I will be back after my 10 minute catnap….
Ok, here it goes, my life as a mommy: take 2 (in a nutshelf…afterall, computer time is a luxury these days). After a less than desirable pregnancy, I was taken off my medication and bed rest at 36 weeks and was fully convinced that after a walk around the block (ok, who am I kidding, a walk around Target) that I would be admitted to Columbia Center that evening, be blessed with a quick and painless labor and delivery, which of course I felt I fully deserved, and a few hours later, we would welcome happy healthy baby boy! Boy oh boy, my boy had different plans. The days passed, as did the weeks. The aches and pains of doing nothing but watching TV for 3 ½ months caught up with me quickly, and as my husband so delicately put it, I was walking like a hunched over 90 year old carry a bowling ball. As I continued my weekly appointments, my wonderful OB agreed to induce at 39 weeks. Since my daughter came almost 3 weeks early, a complete surprise (including the part of her being a daughter), it was strangely unsettling knowing the exact day, date and gender of this little one. However, at this point we figured we had our share of surprises and were very excited about the anticipation of our pint size man making his appearance. Fast forward to June 25th, 2012…
Our big day was here, we arrived with open arms and smiling faces to Columbia Center, and as most moms can probably attest to, the wide range of emotions swirling through my head were giving me the same feel as the glass of wine I hadn’t visited in 9 months. I have said it before, and I will say it again…the nurses at Columbia Center are AMAZING. If it wasn’t for the patience, understanding, sweetness and overall compassion of these wonderful women, I may still be pregnant today, defying all possible science.
The lovely ladies got to work, though, and hours passed, labor increased, 2 rounds of epidural were administered (apparently my body did not think the pain of labor was enough torture, so I was poked 6 times before the first epidural line was in…of which did not take and I was given more of the happy juice) and before we knew it, the doctor put on his catcher’s mitt and got in position. 15 minutes of pushing later, our sweet and not so tiny 8lb 3oz little monster was here, beautiful as can be. After a long, scary pregnancy, I was finally holding baby Easton in my arms. I would like to say what most mommies do, that once you see your baby, all the troubles and complications disappear out of memory, but the truth is, I still to this day look at his little face and think of everything we both went through to get to where we are at this moment in time.
In this moment in time…life is grand. Big sister Aybree (AKA little momma) has filled her role like a total champ. Only a few days after coming home, daddy and I could have gone out to dinner and let Aybree babysit as she seriously has one up-ed us on numerous occasions on how to calm down her little brother. Life is crazy, life is busy, life is messy, life is expensive…but life is grand. Every day is a learning experience, a life lesson and a reminder of how fortunate and lucky we are to have been blessed with such a beautiful family. Daddy thinks we should eventually add to this blissful life…I say why mess with what is already so wonderful…only time will tell who will win this debate, but for now, life is grand.