LJI Week 12: Barrel of Monkeys
Jun. 19th, 2014 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dezaI'm tired this week. Really tired.
Between waking up Thursday morning and collapsing into bed Monday night, I had roughly 5 hours of sleep. I'm not in my 20s any more; all-nighters wear me down. I haven't had a full night of sleep since.
If you read last week's post, you can probably guess what happened.
His name is Grayson. He was 7 pounds 7 ounces at birth. Of course he's turned our world upside down.
Rowan asked to go the hospital Thursday night. Yes! I thought, A Friday the 13th baby!
It was a little disappointing that he wasn't born on Friday the 13th after all.
Through it all, Rowan really didn't complain about pain. She loved the epidural at first, then slowly realized that it does get less effective over time. We heard another baby born in the next room, just before the doctor came in to deliver Gray. I stayed by Rowan's side, holding her hand, coaching her through pushing this new life into the world. At one point she looked at me and said "Mom, I can't do this!" I said "Honey, you already are." I knew it would hurt to see her in pain. I never expected to feel so helpless over it. Official time of birth was 1:15 am, Saturday, June 14.
After he was born, she said "I hope I didn't wake up the other baby."
I told her that if ever there is a time in her life when it's ok to be selfish, giving birth was it.
They're home now. Gray is just as beautiful as his mother. Rowan's been dealing with some anemia, that we're hoping will respond to iron supplements.
Guess the fun is just beginning here.
Written for LJIdol. Kinda tired these days, so I hope it all makes sense!
Between waking up Thursday morning and collapsing into bed Monday night, I had roughly 5 hours of sleep. I'm not in my 20s any more; all-nighters wear me down. I haven't had a full night of sleep since.
If you read last week's post, you can probably guess what happened.
His name is Grayson. He was 7 pounds 7 ounces at birth. Of course he's turned our world upside down.
Rowan asked to go the hospital Thursday night. Yes! I thought, A Friday the 13th baby!
I'm weird. Sue me.
We got to the hospital, and there was hemming and hawing and they finally decided to keep her. I stayed by her side all night, and then all day Friday. Her dad came up from Maryland and stayed at my house, doing the final paint job on the nursery and putting the crib together. She slept a lot. I knitted. We talked about my experiences giving birth to her and to her little brother. Time passed.It was a little disappointing that he wasn't born on Friday the 13th after all.
Through it all, Rowan really didn't complain about pain. She loved the epidural at first, then slowly realized that it does get less effective over time. We heard another baby born in the next room, just before the doctor came in to deliver Gray. I stayed by Rowan's side, holding her hand, coaching her through pushing this new life into the world. At one point she looked at me and said "Mom, I can't do this!" I said "Honey, you already are." I knew it would hurt to see her in pain. I never expected to feel so helpless over it. Official time of birth was 1:15 am, Saturday, June 14.
After he was born, she said "I hope I didn't wake up the other baby."
I told her that if ever there is a time in her life when it's ok to be selfish, giving birth was it.
They're home now. Gray is just as beautiful as his mother. Rowan's been dealing with some anemia, that we're hoping will respond to iron supplements.
Guess the fun is just beginning here.
Written for LJIdol. Kinda tired these days, so I hope it all makes sense!
