Monday, April 30, 2012
On the advice of the more experienced nurse, I wait on the epidural. Apparently the magic can wear off, if you take it too early. Hannah's birth was amazing, but I still remember the end and that part was out-of-body painful and I wasn't up for going natural again. So I knew I was wanting the sweet, sweet juice this time. I still labored for a good six hours and got the epidural before they broke my water. Good thing, since everything went quickly after that. About and hour and a half later Stewart made his appearance. I felt him hanging out and crowning, but was a little unsure if that was really what I was feeling and almost didn't call for the nurse to come back and check me. But, sure enough, she came in and told me not to push, because he was right there. I was mentally hurrying the doctor, because I didn't want to give birth to an alien, coneheaded child. I pushed a few times, tore to a two and he came out "with a very lusty cry" according to the OB. She and the nurses both told me that they'd love to deliver my babies anytime. Russ cut the cord and I got to hold him right away. I fell in love immediately. They let us spend a lot of time cuddling him, before they weighed and examined him. He was 9 lbs. 1 oz., 21 inches long and I'm pleased to report, came out with a perfectly round head. He was a perfect angel in the hospital and everyone loved holding him and feeding him. The girls couldn't get enough of him and spent hours in my tiny little hospital room, switching off snuggling Stewart. My mom was so sweet to also spend hours with the girls and us at the hospital and then feed and take care of them at home.
Stewart's first name is my maiden name, plus I just think it's a pretty cool, old school name that has some fun nicknames. We plan on employing Stew and Stewie on a regular basis. Asher is one of the lost tribes of Israel and means, blessed/happy. The tribe itself was blessed with smarts, good looks and wealth. Mostly after Genevieve and her notorious colic, what we desperately hope for is a calm and happy child, but the other traits couldn't hurt.
So far Stewart is mostly living up to being a happy baby. He is completely content as long as someone is holding him and I swear he's smiled at me and Russ a couple of times. Hopefully he'll soon learn the fine art of sleeping for long periods of time in his bassinet, instead of the cat naps he currently seems to prefer. Luckily, he saves those for the day and usually gives us some good stretches of sleep at night. The girls are being excellent big sisters and most happily the drugs are working their magic and I feel SO much better than I did around this time, with the other two, postpartum. My improvement could also be greatly attributed to the fact that I'm not nursing this go-around, but don't tell the Le Leche Nazis I told you that. And now to what you really wanted to see-- pictures.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
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