My little boy is a week old today. Seems like only yesterday I was in too much pain to get out of my hospital bed. We've been home since Tuesday, he's had his first Dr's appointment, he's breastfeeding like it's nobody's business, gaining weight, and just in general being extremely cute.
Oh yeah, sorry. I had my boy on Sunday the 16th. I went into labor on Saturday morning, totally on my own. My labor progressed normally without any complications or interventions with the exception of an epidural and having my water broken. He was born vaginally with the aid of a vacuum suction at 1:32 am after 2 1/2 hours of pushing. His apgars were excellent, 9/9...he came out of it better than I did! I tore pretty bad and it hurts to sit/get up, and for the first few days home it stung so bad to pee that I was actually afraid to. Vance says that he will be riddled with flashbacks for the rest of his life. Yes, I made him hold my leg and cut the cord. He's been absolutely amazing. I'm extremely lucky to have him here with me.
Tomorrow is my first day of taking care of the baby all by myself. I was really afraid at first. Vance was originally going to go back to work on Thursday, but I made him stay home. The fear was crippling. To help me adjust, I wake up for him by myself every night and let Vance sleep. It helps me get the hang of setting up to feed him without any assistance. I think Im ready now!
Being a mom is amazing. I feel like its coming very natural to me, and I know it's cliche, but I can't really remember what the hell I did before. What was the point? It has meaning now.