April 27th, 2010- Wyatt Archer Dennis greeted the world at 11:47 pm.
After four and a half long and strenuous hours of pushing, he finally arrived. Dad said the first thing he thought of when he saw him was that he looked like a lobster out of the water, with his big hands flailing around. When they set him on my chest and I looked up and saw Bryan crying tears that only a new father could understand, I didn't know what to think. 1000 thoughts flashed through my head in a moment.
I am a mom.
I have a son.
He has my chin!
Why isn't Bryan taking pictures?
When do I get to eat?
When do I get to eat?
The last one may seem trivial but after almost 30 hours of active labor on an empty stomach it was all I could do to keep myself from asking for a BigMac while Wyatt was crowning.
Both of his grandmas were doing anxious laps around the maternity ward when finally, as they approached Room 330 for the final time, they heard cheers from the nurses and the joyous cry of their new grandson.
Bryan proudly took his napkin with all the details written on it out to the waiting room to fill in our anxiously awaiting family and friends.
8.6 pounds
21 inches long
14.25 head circumference
21 inches long
14.25 head circumference
10 fingers
10 toes
Absolutely perfect
Oh... and mom is doing good too.
Now were home and the fun really begins. So far, Wyatt is doing great at adjusting to life outside the womb. His favorite things are mommy's boobs and sleeping... like father, like son. Bryan is the diaper chan
ging king. He is also the burp master... one thing mom just can't get the hang of. Every day there is something new to be learned... if not by Wyatt, then by us. This is all new to us. Every breath he takes is a miracle. Every poopy diaper brings a sense pride. We watch him sleep and while his chest rises and falls with every breath we realize that we created this. Together, we made something amazing.
ging king. He is also the burp master... one thing mom just can't get the hang of. Every day there is something new to be learned... if not by Wyatt, then by us. This is all new to us. Every breath he takes is a miracle. Every poopy diaper brings a sense pride. We watch him sleep and while his chest rises and falls with every breath we realize that we created this. Together, we made something amazing. So here we go... down the road of parenthood. I have no idea where we are going to end up... all I know is we are going there together as a family... and we couldn't ask for anything more.
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