One month...
So, today is my baby's one-month birthday. It feels like I was pregnant only yesterday (and I think that hubby feels the same way... he went to touch my stomach this week, then realized that my pregnant belly is no longer there).
While spending some quality time with Harrison late last night (seriously, the boy was not into the whole sleep thing), I thought back to the day of his birth. It's crazy... I can remember almost every moment of it like it was yesterday.
How I woke up around 4:00 am and watched an episode of "Roseanne," too excited to sleep. How I was so very hungry that morning (and not allowed to eat or drink a thing almost that entire day). How we stopped at Stewart's on our way to the hospital and bought newspapers to remember his birth day.
Sitting in the hospital room, waiting for the surgery to start... praying that maybe the little one flipped, discussing potential names, watching paternity test results on "Maury."
Watching hubby put on his scrubs, knowing that he was going to be sitting in the operating room with me in just a short time. Walking to the OR and being prepped for surgery. Having hubby sit and chat with me during the c-section, knowing that they were performing the surgery (and the fact that I was practically naked) and not really caring all that much. Listening to the doctors as they pulled him out - first his feet, then his bum, then his head and torso. Hearing them say: "It's a boy... a big boy with lots of hair!" at 2:15 pm.
Waiting and holding my breath until he made his first cry. Seeing him for the first time, hubby holding him in his arms. Going into the OR with the name "Elijah" all picked out, only to look at him and say - "it's a Harrison."
Getting all stiched up while hubby went to the nursery with Harrison - and feeling okay with that. Being wheeled back to my room, where I got to hold and cuddle and feed my baby for the very first time, and spend some quality time with hubby - our first real moments as a family.
Our first visitors - my mom and dad, my brother, my nana and papa - and seeing them all excited to finally meet Harrison.
And finally getting to eat (yeah, I have my priorities). First some Jello and ginger ale, then a full meal - roast beef sandwich, chips and a cookie. Nothing can stop my Italian appetite.
Just for comparison - here's Harrison, just a few hours before he was born:
A few moments after his birth:
His first day:
And today:
While spending some quality time with Harrison late last night (seriously, the boy was not into the whole sleep thing), I thought back to the day of his birth. It's crazy... I can remember almost every moment of it like it was yesterday.
How I woke up around 4:00 am and watched an episode of "Roseanne," too excited to sleep. How I was so very hungry that morning (and not allowed to eat or drink a thing almost that entire day). How we stopped at Stewart's on our way to the hospital and bought newspapers to remember his birth day.
Sitting in the hospital room, waiting for the surgery to start... praying that maybe the little one flipped, discussing potential names, watching paternity test results on "Maury."
Watching hubby put on his scrubs, knowing that he was going to be sitting in the operating room with me in just a short time. Walking to the OR and being prepped for surgery. Having hubby sit and chat with me during the c-section, knowing that they were performing the surgery (and the fact that I was practically naked) and not really caring all that much. Listening to the doctors as they pulled him out - first his feet, then his bum, then his head and torso. Hearing them say: "It's a boy... a big boy with lots of hair!" at 2:15 pm.
Waiting and holding my breath until he made his first cry. Seeing him for the first time, hubby holding him in his arms. Going into the OR with the name "Elijah" all picked out, only to look at him and say - "it's a Harrison."
Getting all stiched up while hubby went to the nursery with Harrison - and feeling okay with that. Being wheeled back to my room, where I got to hold and cuddle and feed my baby for the very first time, and spend some quality time with hubby - our first real moments as a family.
Our first visitors - my mom and dad, my brother, my nana and papa - and seeing them all excited to finally meet Harrison.
And finally getting to eat (yeah, I have my priorities). First some Jello and ginger ale, then a full meal - roast beef sandwich, chips and a cookie. Nothing can stop my Italian appetite.
Just for comparison - here's Harrison, just a few hours before he was born:
A few moments after his birth:
His first day:
And today:
posted by Daisy | 8:58 AM
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