We're Home!

William David Brown

Born 11-07-08
11:07 am
8 lbs, 1 oz
20 inches
Pictures to come...

I am so grateful to report that our newly expanded family of three made it home from the hospital late last night. I don't even know where to begin with this post...I want to chronicle the experience of our last five days, but that will come later in the week. I think it'll take me awhile to craft that one.

I guess it's possible I'm biased, but I am convinced that William is sheer perfection. Not perfect in the "he never cries and sleeps through the night" way. He is the absolute perfect addition to our family. I was so afraid of how our lives would change when he barreled his way into our hearts, but that fear was washed away the moment I laid eyes on him. He stole my heart with those deep blue eyes, that spectacularly adorable nose, those wrinkly hands that migrate toward his face whenever he eats.

Now instead of fear, I feel an overwhelming amount of emotion. I will start crying at the drop of a hat. As we were waiting to be discharged from the hospital last night, I had to work hard to control my emotions. I just felt so blessed to have walked into the hospital with my mom and Mikey on Friday morning and walk out just a few days later with William in my arms. I can't imagine what we did to get so lucky.

Speaking of lucky, Mikey is a dream father. I have been in a fair amount of pain throughout the recovery, and he has done the lion's share of the baby work while also tending to my every need. If you have not yet had children, I strongly recommend doing so with someone you would be comfortable seeing you at your most vulnerable because childbirth and recovery aren't the most flattering times in your life. You need someone who will tell you that you look beautiful holding your baby, even when your hair is matted to the hospital pillow and you are attached to an IV pole by multiple lines. Mikey alternately played nurse, patient advocate, errand runner, cheerleader, and so many other roles. He didn't bat an eye at the fact that his birthday was spent in the hospital, playing a 12+ hour waiting game to be discharged.

Becoming a mommy gives me a newfound appreciation and respect for all moms, but especially my own. She has spent the last week making sure her "baby" (me) is well cared for. Grammy loves little William to bits of course, but she has made it known that my well-being is her top priority because if I am doing well, I am better able to care for my son. I couldn't have made it through all of this without her love and support...and constant reassurance that searing abdominal pain in one spot is in fact par for the course in c-section recovery!