Sweet Relief: The Birth Story of JackFriday, August 07, 2015
My personal memory and record of the events of July 2nd,
It was a hot, humid summer. I’d been dilated for three weeks, including a 4 full centimeters for the last week. Jupiter and Venus had merged, forming a megastar for the first time in 2,000 years. There was a full moon. My mom had been in town to prepare for the big arrival for three days. I’d walked a gazillion miles, eaten eggplant parmesan. It was my DUE DATE.
After waiting to be examined, we were fully admitted and official with our hospital bracelets. We were in our L & D room around 11:30 and I was ready to get cozy for the evening. The rest of the night was slow and uneventful, though not without discomfort. Tyler tried to hang with me but we were both tired and he kept dozing on the sofa. I watched a lot of HGTV through the middle of the night, unable to sleep.
With this baby boy, it was instant. I cried immediately, took and held him instinctively for what seemed like an hour. We nursed right away and I was overwhelmed by how much I loved him. Don’t get me wrong-- I loved Charlotte when she was born, but there was learning and adjusting that took time. With this baby, I already had that “mama love” in me, that instinct and experience ingrained in me. Which is good because I was so afraid I wasn’t going to be able to bond with this baby.
We were discharged on the Fourth of July and have spent the last month falling into the rhythm of a family of four, falling more in love with Jack, loving watching Charlotte as a big sister. Jack’s first two weeks were a breeze—I couldn’t have asked for an easier initial transition. He sleeps and eats like a champ and I predict he will be my laid-back answer to his firecracker sister.
I was not shy about my anxieties transitioning to two children, but my heart has grown in ways I couldn't imagine. We have been sustained through grace, naps, and a LOT of casseroles. As it turns out, the hard part of a newborn isn't the newborn but the firstborn! A lot of days are hard but the good is SO much bigger. And for that, I have unending thanks...