Two Weeks Old

Can it be that our cuteness is already two weeks old! Wow, its amazing how fast your days go when you are not at work. :) And home with a sweet baby in your arms. The last two weeks have been amazing. I have loved and I mean absolutly loved being home with my sweet baby. I love his little noises and how he cuddles up to his mommy. When you get married you offically start your family together, but when you have a child it adds a new special meaning to your family.

Family Photo at two weeks

Some have wondered how labor went for me, so here is a quick recap.

6:45 am I wake up to wetness. Spend the next 45 minutes deciding if it is my water that has broken and eating a big breakfast just in case it has. (for those who don't know, they don't let you eat once they check you into the hospital) 7:30 am we check into the hospital and shortly thereafter find out that yes indeed my water has broken. Wow. This was nothing like I had expected. I didn't have any contractions and there is no pain. I am also in a huge corner room on the 5th (or 4th) floor with big windows. I am feeling pretty good.

Not too long after they start to induce me. Uh oh, here come the contractions. Not too bad for a while, but soon..."Give me the epidural." Normally epidurals go fairly smooth, but I think it was the guys first time putting one in. I will spare the details, but Ouch!

By 3:00 P.m. I was dialated to a 5. Big whoopy, I was at a 2 two weeks ago. I feel like this will take forever. So we put in a couple movies and Clint is now a fan of one of my favorites, "Sabrina."

We had a few visitors, my sister and mom and Aunt and of course the in laws. That was nice to help pass the time. At 4:45 pm I was to a 10!! Yea! My mom came back in the room and we were cheering. I know, wierd right, I should be in pain. But epidurals really are wonderful.

My doctor came at 6:00 pm and I started pushing. I choose to have the mirror...highly recommended. It totally helped me want to push harder. My epidural was wearing off so by this time I could feel the contractions a little more and tell where to push. (Thanks TJ for the suggestion)

By 7:00 p.m. I was holding my sweet little Tyson in my arms. That is a moment that I will never be able to forget. Words cannont express my emotion. You other moms know what I mean.

The poor guy did, however, have to go to the NICU becuase he couldn't quite get the hang of breathing just right. Heart wrenching for a mom. The tough guys stayed there long enough for me to move rooms and eat a very delicious Burger Supreme Burger and Jamba. (way better than the hospital meal they wanted me to eat) Yum! He was back in our room by 12:00 am.

I was so excited that night that I barely let him out of my arms. I slept about 1 1/2 hours and then was wide away in the morning. What a wonderful experience! (not anxious for the next, but happy to be enjoying the fruits of this one)