My sweet baby James has officially transitioned from a floppy newborn to a plump baby! Month 3 has been so sweet and just keeps getting sweeter each day! So many new developments and changes each day! And if it’s even possible, loving him more and more each day. I’ve asked some of my friends with small children what their favorite age has been. And they always say the age they are at that moment, which tells me that it’s just going to keep getting better and sweeter! Child rearing is such a bittersweet struggle between wanting them to stay small forever, but also look forward to what the next day brings!
They weren’t kidding when they said to cherish every day with your baby because they grow so fast!! In just a month, our floppy newborn has turned into a real baby! He’s noticing the world around him, growing like a weed and flashing us the sweetest smiles! It’s really fascinating to watch him grow and change each day. I often find myself scrolling through the many pictures of him in my phone in disbelief over how much he’s changed. He doesn’t even look like the same baby we brought home from the hospital! All these changes are so bittersweet as it’s going by too fast, but I also look forward to the new developments that each day will bring!
Sweet baby James is 1 month old!! Well, technically he’s 1 month and 10 days, but I’ve come to accept the reality that blog posts are just not going to get up when I intend them to anymore! Holy cow, just answering a simple email can be a struggle sometimes! I think I’ve sat down to write this blog post every day for the last 2 weeks just to get pulled away 2 minutes later. Gotta love that newborn life!
File this post under one of the many things I intended to have done before our sweet boy’s arrival. I actually photographed the nursery a few hours before I went into the hospital thinking I would be able to blog it the following day! But fate had other plans! If you want to hear my birth story, check out this post! But I finally had a chance to edit the photos and get this post up like I promised you guys!
If you missed part 1 of James’ birth story, get caught up here. Picking up where we left off. My contractions go from manageable to can’t-get-words-out real quick. And there was now almost no break between contractions. I knew that was the sign that it was time to get the epidural. I get the epidural and feel great. They check me and I’m still 4cm, so they go ahead and break my water. Shortly after this, I start to feel a little sharp pain in my right side. We try turning me to my right side to use gravity to get the medicine to that side. But with each contraction, that little spot where I feel pain gets bigger and bigger until my entire abdomen and back are now no longer numb. The nurse anesthetist comes back to give me a new dose of medicine. No change. People always tell you that epidurals don’t always work, but I never in a million years thought that would happen to me.
I had every intention of sitting down to write out James’ birth story a week, maybe two weeks, after he was born. Yeah, no. I’ll say that the inability to get things done with a newborn is one of the things I definitely underestimated! But I can’t complain as baby snuggles beat work and chores any day! So, on to the birth story!