It’s been a week since Baby H officially made us a family of three (four if you count our four legged baby). Brantley Robert made his appearance Monday evening after waking mom up with contractions at 3 in the morning. Everything went smoothly and we spent a couple nights in the hospital before being released to come home. Although Sam and I were both more than ready to leave the hospital, it was a weird feeling. What were we going to do when we had questions? We weren’t going to be able to call the nurse or hit a button and get an answer right away. Turns out we are able to do it on our own. It’s helpful and comforting knowing we have so much support from our family and friends juuuust in-case we (I) have a melt down and think I don’t know what to do.
Speaking of melt downs…Sam went back to work today after having last week off together. All weekend I had been dreading 7:45 this morning when Sam would have to leave. When I say dreading I mean tears at random, inconvenient times. Remember last post when I said Sam wasn’t worried about bringing baby home but I was a little nervous? I figured out why Sam wasn’t worried. He’s like some sort of freakishly calm natural when it comes to baby man. I knew he’d be great but I didn’t know how great. What was I going to do all day by myself? This brings me to the tears. So, today, while I am home without Sam and baby is sleeping, I thought it appropriate to share a list of new celebrations. As in, things we didn’t find all that appealing or exciting before Brantley.
1. The epidural. For those of you out there who decide to go the natural child birth route..props. You deserve to walk around wearing a pin, screaming your accomplishments every day of your life. I was afraid of the actual process of getting the epidural but getting the epidural was nothing compared to the contractions. That bad boy set in and we were smooth sailing!
2. Making it through a diaper change without pee flying everywhere. No joke, I caught pee with my bare hand the other day. Better than having to wash the curtains. I’m definitely a little more careful when changing him now.
3. Making it through a diaper change without needing a clothes pin for your nose or gagging. (More so Sam:) )
4. Sleeping more than 3 hours at a time. So far, this has been fabulous. No terrible, horror stories..yet but I’ve probably just jinxed myself.
5. Swaddles. Lots and lots of swaddles. A nurse grade swaddle is even more exciting. In the hospital we watched one of our favorite nurses wrap Brantley up like a little burrito in .2 seconds. Our jaws must have dropped. She assured us we would get better with practice. When we get a nice, tight swaddle that keeps him from squirming and waking himself up, we may hold him up like Rafiki does to Simba in Lion King. Gotta show that swaddle job off!
6. Getting out of the house to run to Walgreens for all sorts of randoms- pictures, thank you cards, dog bones, milk- and taking the long way home just to get a little extra jam session in in the car.
7. Wipes. For the love of the wipes. These things are like the Mr. Clean magic eraser of the baby world. Dried milk on his face? Toss me a wipe. Spilled coffee on the coffee table? Where are the wipes? Greasy fingers? Wipe please.
8. Gentle, drive-by Paisley kisses for Brantley. Paisley is adjusting well to life with a little human around. It makes my heart happy to take an over abundance of pictures like the following of baby man and Pais.
Being home with Brantley, watching Sam and our families with him is a whole new kind of love everyone always talks about but is hard to understand until you experience it yourself. The only comparison I can think of would be that it’s like filling up a cup (You might have to think outside the box with this analogy). You try so hard to just fill the cup right up to the rim without having water pour over. You could stand there all day and try to make your glass perfectly full. I could sit around all day and love on little man. Our hearts just feel so full that if we possibly add any more love and snugs our heart is going to overflow…and the overflowing leads to the tears. But I guess overflowing and tears can’t be all that bad. 🙂
Until our next adventure,