It's not every day that I get to introduce a new human into the world. And it's definitely not every day that I get to introduce the cutest baby EV-ER (unbiased opinion, I swear!). So I'm pretty excited to share with all of you my son, Baby H. David and I have chosen not to share his name on the blog (as of now), so we can call the little man Baby H, Baby Ten June, H, Little H or (most appropriately- he is my son, after all) H Dawg. Oh, H Money definitely works, too.
H was born a week and a half ago on August 30th. My water broke on Wednesday evening at 11:30 PM (right after I had just sent Cassie an email yelling at her to rest up after being injured that day, ha!). It was kind of crazy... I was lying in bed reading a book and heard a pop. Seriously. That happened. A few minutes later, the water came. I woke David up and expected him to freak out, just like he had done every time I had a contraction or even made an "ooh" noise, but he was crazy calm. Since David was so calm and I wasn't having any major contractions, I decided to take a shower and eat something. Priorities, people. I knew they wouldn't let me eat anything once I got to the hospital, so I had to have some food. So we stopped at Taco Bell. Kidding, kidding, I woofed down a couple of protein bars and a glass of milk. I was ready for battle! We checked into the hospital around 12:30 AM.
My entire delivery was relatively easy, which was such a blessing. I got an epidural when the contractions started getting stronger around 4:30 AM, I started pushing around 10:00 AM and I delivered Baby H at 10:21 AM. Like I said, I cannot complain! I had so much amazing support from David, who stayed by my side the entire delivery. Well, him and the 13 doctors/assistants/nurses/students that I had the pleasure of having as an audience. Good thing I'm not a modest gal!
Immediately after delivery, David and I had an amazing "bonding hour" with the baby. The hospital I delivered at has this "bonding hour" policy where only momma and daddy (no nurses or doctors, even!) are allowed in the room to have skin-to-skin contact and feed the baby right after he was born. Basically, this time was a whole lot of tears and "I love him so much!" sentiments between me and David. Such a precious time, I loved every minute of it.
When the nurses came back in after the bonding hour, they started a few tests on the baby. Because I had gestational diabetes during my pregnancy, they took the baby's blood sugar. Unfortunately, his levels were low- very low. We supplemented the colostrum I had just fed him with some formula to increase his blood sugar. Then the nurse told us they had to take him to the nursery to continue to test and monitor his sugar levels. Um, take my brand new baby? I don't think so. I was not a happy camper. Hopefully the nurse I released my snotty, sobbing breakdown on didn't hold it against me.... Especially when I told her she was being ridiculous and could just run the tests on the baby in my room instead of the nursery. Oops.
I finally agreed to let them take the baby if David could go with him. So off they went for about 3.5 hours, until H's blood sugar levels stabilized. During that time, my sweet husband sent me no less than 30 picture and video texts, letting me know they were doing okay. I sobbed each time I got one- it was so amazing to just see him! I know that sometimes sick babies may stay in NICU for weeks at a time, so I thank God we did not have to deal with a situation that. We were very lucky. But that was still the longest 3.5 hours of my life!
After delivering on Thursday morning, we headed home from the hospital on Saturday afternoon. Yes, we got home just in time to watch the UGA football game. A pretty sweet first afternoon for little man! Since then, I'd say we're settling in nicely. The baby is eating and sleeping like a champ, I'm recovering well, we've had so many wonderful visitors... I couldn't ask for anything more!
Everyone told me that all mommas fall head over heels in love with their children... and I have become absolutely smitten with my little guy, that's for sure. But no one mentioned what happens with the other man in your life.... I have been so amazingly blessed with the world's best husband. In addition to being a rock star diaper changer and swaddler, David is my rock. It is literally the best feeling in the world to look over at him holding H and know we made this beautiful baby and we're caring for him together. I know, my sappy pregnancy hormones are getting the best of me. But it's true. I'm madly in love with both of those boys!
Now little H is eleven days old and already growing like a weed. So far, his hobbies include whimpering like a kitten when he sleeps and letting his mommy and daddy make him dance awesome old school dance moves (watching a baby do the sprinkler is seriously hilarious every time).
David and I are so blessed with this healthy baby. And thank you all, so much, for your love and support. Between our friends, family and blog family, we feel so loved!
I promise to keep y'all updated with lots of cute pictures as the H-meister grows. I'm one proud momma, so I can't wait to share his little life and all of its adventures!