
if you thought i had been a terrible blogger before, it's only going to get worse i fear....because i became Chandler Wyatt's mommy on January 19, 2010!
it was just a routine doctor appointment, or it was supposed to be. he told me that if i hadn't delivered by next week's appointment, he would induce. with that in mind, we went for our weekly ultrasound. but no matter how much the tech jiggled and pushed and tried to pester, Chandler wasn't moving as much as they'd like.
off to labor and delivery we went, "just to be monitored for awhile".
his movements didn't pick up, so we induced. contractions were uncomfortable, but nothing near the horrific things i had forced myself to witness on television. however, that's because they didn't let me carry on for hours. i'm certain things could have gotten unbearable. however, true to form, he kept hiding from the heart monitor (he's done this the entire pregnancy...he's shy). with every contraction, he was expressing his displeasure with the process. thankfully, my doctor made a decision-emergency caesarean section.
everything became a blur..wheeling me to the operating room...strapping me to the table like i was a mental patient.....covering my head with blue paper. i was numb from the neck down. i could hear voices, but couldn't see a thing. my wonderful husband had his head poked under there with me, and when i saw his eyes filled with tears and heard that tiny cry 2 minutes later, i knew everything was about to change.
he was 7 lbs and 1 oz, and 20 inches long. he has a tiny bit of hair, and very long toes and fingers. he smiles in his sleep and has a dimple on his left cheek. his daddy is over the moon about him, and although i may be biased, i think he's one of the handsomest little fellas i've ever seen.
i'll save my adventures of new motherhood for another blog. suffice to say it's like boot camp. i've never existed on so little sleep, and i learn something new everyday. it's overwhelming, both with anxiety and joy. i've traded daily hot showers for getting sprayed with baby pee and crusted with formula. thank goodness for my family, who have been a tremendous help when i feel like i'm flying blind. and thank goodness for my husband, who more than pulls his weight on every front.
i feel super lucky. and super tired....