As Mary mentioned, I had the misfortune of laboring for 24+ hours and pushing for 3 loooong hours before the doc announced that Bean needed to be evicted the hard way. I'll tell the birth story another day for those interested (I don't blame you if you're not), but at least we all had a happy ending. It's been physically difficult for me to recover from all this, so forgive me if I don't respond to messages/emails immediately. DH did print out some comments for me after delivery and bring them to the hospital, which I really appreciated. It means so much to hear that you are excited for us, we missed having friends and family to share our blessed event.
All that rambling and I haven't even gushed about the baby yet. Speaking of being right, just as I suspected, he is the cutest, most perfect creature ever to be born. I absolutely love the little guy. Still trying on that "mommy" title, nowhere near grasping the significance or permanence of our relationship, but relishing every snuggle and kiss anyway. Here are some pics of his first days.
His first photo. THAT came out of ME?!
How'd you like to breastfeed this chunker? Yeah, that's what I thought.
Bean representin' the East Side.
"Hooray, I'm going home! ...and I am wearing pants and matching socks!"
Oh yes, and it's time for a new poll! Who do you think will be calling the shots around our house?