first week of life




I went to bed one week ago today trying to shove the thought out of my mind that my baby might actually come on Valentine's day. I didn't want to be disappointed if he didn't and my track record with my babies was consistently that they were exactly one week late. So little did I know that I would take this picture the night I would go into labor...that this would be my last picture of this long pregnancy. That I would be holding my little valentine the very next morning.



It was a night of counting contractions and no sleep, followed by a seemingly endless trip to the hospital at 7 am the next morning. It felt like a really long labor being that I didn't decide to take the drugs until I was 8-9 cm and by then it was really to late. The very second that needle went into my back was the moment I felt his head coming out. 2 pushes later he was born. The way it felt was indescribable and I've never been in so much pain in all my life. The rush of relief to follow was probably the best feeling in the entire world at that moment. I can honestly say I feel like a changed woman after having been through that. It wasn't pretty, it certainly wasn't fun, it was work, and sweat, tears and yelling...it was a birth the way God intended a woman to birth...with pain and suffering followed by relief, confidence, and a moment of complete and utter astonishment when that baby is laid on you that YOU DID IT.







I am MADLY in love. Everyone always told me, "oh wait until you have that boy. He will steal your heart in a way that you can't believe." and it's true. HE HAS. I could spend my entire day snuggling him, staring at him, kissing all over him, doing ridiculous little lovey, dovey voices at him. He is just the most mellow, laid back, chill baby. He sleeps, he nurses, he cries when he's cold. That's it! Night time has been a non-issue as he only wakes up when he is hungry and even then it's every 3 hours and he wakes up with stretches and little, quiet noises...not a tear to be seen or a scream to be heard. I realize this could all change in the blink of an eye...but for now I am enjoying my mellow baby.











His big sisters are all over him 24/7. Total baby hogs. Willow, especially, thinks this is her baby. She gets upset when he is taken out of her arms. She is never to far behind me ready to "help" in any way possible. I am blessed in the sense that there are no jealousy issues here...only massive amounts of love for this baby brother to soak up. He doesn't quite know yet what an amazing life he is about to embark on with two of the very best big sisters by his side.









Needless to say, it's been good around here. We are definitely in a learning/adjusting mode and trying to figure out this new balance but I know the difficult days will soon be behind us and life can resume in a "normal" routine. Ephraim is here and happy and healthy and I am ready for the adventure ahead as a family of five. Thank you, Jesus for this sweet time.









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