It has been too long since my last post and to say the least life has changed in the most beautiful way.
Weston Richard has arrived.
May 5th at 4:45pm our second little miracle arrived into the world. Ahh, to be born on Cinco De Mayo, the joy I as a mother will have with that over the years.
After being in labor, both mentally and physically, for what felt like a week Saturday morning I awoke to what could only be the real thing. I waited until 7:30 to finally wake Bryan up and tell him we really needed to get going. This being the 3rd or 4th time I had said this over the course of the week, he decided to test this so called 'labor' and take a shower. By the time he got out he was chasing me down he driveway as I headed off on my own to the hospital. Husbands by your side at the hospital are overrated anyways...
We dropped Wyatt off with Grandma Nita and gave him the last of his only child kisses. Even with the excitement of having a new baby, nothing makes you realize the huge change that is about to come into your life more than the last few minutes with your only child, who remains completely unaware.
We arrived at the hospital around 10:00, only after stopping for McDonald's and driving past the DMV to see if they were open on Saturdays so that Bryan could renew his driver's license. I don't know what exactly was going through my mind at the time that was allowing me to remain so calm through all of this but alas we were finally checked in, dilated to a 4/5 with contractions coming every 3 minutes. By this point the pain from the contractions was almost gone and I thought for sure they were going to send us home, but they checked us into room 327 (even though I requested suite 330 again). Dr. Garvie-Loveland was on call and offered to break my water or give me an epidural. After polling my girlfriends I decided to get the epidural and then break my water, just in case things progressed quickly afterwards. 1 sweet dose of drugs later, I was at a 6 and ready to have a baby. Unfortunately the epidural caused my labor to basically cease and at 4:00 I was only at a 7 and they started pitocin. By 4:30 I had to call the nurse because I thought something was wrong as I felt the need to push already and considering the 32 hours of labor I had with Wyatt, it almost felt like I was cheating destiny by things going so quickly. Sure enough, I was at a 10 and ready. 4 pushes and 15 minutes later (would have been less but the doctor had to stop me so she could get her gloves on), Weston was thrown onto my chest. With a perfectly round (and just as large) head, just like his brother. My big-headed boys... ahhh, plural.
7.11 pounds
21.25 inches long
14.25 head circumference
Much louder then brother
I don't think it matters how many children you have. That moment when you first see your child, whether it be #1 or #6, always takes your breath away. Prior to Weston's arrival, I was afraid that I might not be able to love another little boy as much as I loved Wyatt. I had my son, whom I adore and love more than I can ever put into words, and I just didn't know how I could physically love something else to the same capacity. But, without fail my heart grew the moment my stomach shrank (well, kind of anyways) and I immediately knew that I loved them both equally, but in different ways. I feel like this is how it will be for the rest of their lives, loving them so much for who they are, individually.It hasn't quite sunk in yet that we have 2 kids. I have already assured Bryan that I will be the parent driving down Hwy. 47 with a car seat on top of my car. The boys on the other hand have already adjusted to their new positions as big and little brother. Wyatt wakes up every morning asking for 'Baby Weston' or 'Brudder' and sometimes I will respond without thinking that he is upstairs and quickly have to chase after Wyatt as he proceeds to wake him up with morning moochies.
This has all be too much fun and I know it is only going to get better as life goes on, all too quickly.
