A Whole Bunch of Pictures!

I just uploaded a bunch of pictures from our camera to the computer and realized there are a bunch I haven't posted. So I guess this post is more of a photo gallery than a story or anecdote, but that's ok. Let's be honest: You all just want to hear about the little guy anyway, right? So here we go...

Will at his first doc appt; a couple days old. His jaundice level was high enough we needed to go to the doc a few days after we left the hospital. At birth, he weighed 6 lbs, 14 oz. Here he's 6 lbs 3 oz. He hates being naked. Poor kid.

Waiting for Dr. Bentley. We had to undress him down to his diaper so I kept him warm in one of the blankets I made for him!

I believe this was how we had him dressed for his first outing. It was cold and blustery so we bundled him up.

Grandma Higgs dressing Will after his first bath at home.

With his Grandpa Higgs, who just can't get enough of his newest grandson. I think this is my favorite swaddling blanket.

He's just so precious...

His first experience with his bouncer...

Taking a nap with his Grandma Higgs. I can't believe how long and skinny he is! I like this little shirt we have him in. Not only is it attractive but I got it for about two bucks at an Old Navy sale. Woohoo! I guess it's a little big, but he's pretty studly in it anyway.

So this and the next pic are pretty much the same, but... I'm being self-indulgent, so... deal it with.

Hanging out with Chris. Will can be pretty squirmy sometimes... like at this time.

Both Chris and I love it when he's alert and active like he is here. He's looking a bit cross-eyed here. And yet he's STILL the cutest baby ever!

Seriously. One of my favorite pictures ever.

I think Will has Chris's lips.

Will's sad face. Well, his almost sad face. His saddest face has yet to be caught on camera.

Kind of an awkward angle, but this is one of may favorite Will expressions, when he purses his lips like this.

And again here... It's expressions like this that make me think he looks like a Quentin Blake illustration (the artist who drew for Roald Dahl's children's books). There's something awkward and spindly and cute about Will that I find entirely endearing.

Extreme close-up... Whoa!!!!!

Will rocking his Dharma Initiative onesie, courtesy of Kate Nally! This onesie was definitely one of the hits of the baby shower. Kate made it herself and we LOVE it! Will wore it for tonight's episode. :) Thanks, Kate!

A quick update since this post is already super long: We're all doing really well. I'm tired from getting up to feed him in the middle of the night, but he's actually a pretty good sleeper so I'm not complaining. Today it was 80 degrees out so we took a family trip to Costco to see what was going on (because, you know, Costco is the place where things happen... I'm kind of cheeky today, aren't I? Feeling sort of sassy and crusty, I guess). In addition to scoring an awesome deal on soap, I also spotted Yentl on dvd for 10 bucks, so we've got that going for us. Will's jaundice has gone down, so we don't need to worry about that. Had our 2 week appt with Dr. Bentley on Monday; he says Will's looking great so we're all excited about that. People here at Terrace Falls can't get enough of Will. They're all excited to meet him and we have visitors from one of our neighbors almost everyday. I'm loving my glider and getting the hang of nursing. Chris is really getting into his fantasy baseball league, which has been a lot of fun for him. Days go by super quickly and sort of blend together. Already I feel like time is passing too quickly and I am just trying to keep up--I want to just savor every second with Will. Consequently, I spend a lot of time at home just holding him and staring at him. I'm lucky if I get much else done. :)

Free Will! Part 2

"Push!" the nurse said, and I didn't have to think twice about it. She'd count to ten four times during each contraction and right from the beginning I just pushed as hard as I could. One of the best things Chris did was take over the counting duties from the nurse. He'll probably never believe me, but hearing his voice coaching me on at that point gave me more strength and determination than he'll (or I'll) ever comprehend. It was a completely surreal experience. Growing up, this was the part of labor I dreaded the most. How could you squeeze another human being out of your body? Turns out this was the best part of the entire labor experience (maybe the entire pregnancy). Pushing was actually a relief from all the pain, and I have to say I didn't feel any pain during the pushing phase until his head was almost all the way out and even then I don't think the pain lasted more than ten minutes and while it was by no means pleasant, it was manageable. A couple more pushes and he was out! One hour and sixteen minutes of pushing and it was awesome, every single minute of it. (Note to McKell, I remember reading your blog and you saying that giving birth to Evie was one of your favorite experiences of your life; I remember reading that and thinking, "She's got to be crazy, or masochistic or something! I can see being excited about having your baby, but ENJOYING the experience? No way!" I get it now. It was the most amazing experience; I actually enjoyed myself)

They rested him on my stomach and were wiping him off. I was barely cognizant at this point. I was so tired that in spite of the excitement and this brand new, beautiful baby right in front of me, I could have lain back and fallen asleep right then and there. But, of course, how could I even think about closing my eyes? He was beautiful! So perfect, and it didn't even occur to me to be grossed out by all the stuff he was covered in. Actually, I don't even remember seeing any gross stuff; just this beautiful, tiny little boy whom I instantly fell in love with. The next hour was a blur. Again, I was barely in my own mind for exhaustion. Chris followed Will across the room while he was weighed, measured, etc. I watched as Dr. Macy finished up the left over birthing business. 

Every night I have some separation anxiety as he sleeps in his nursery and I go to sleep in my bed, but that first night was the worst. It seemed inconceivable to me that, after having him sleep inside me for the last nine months, now he would sleep across the room in this cold sterile bucket the hospital referred to as a bassinet. 

I can't stop staring at him. He's so beautiful and sweet. We're trying to get the hang of nursing together; today's been a very good day for that. He's had to have a few jaundice tests, but it looks like the jaundice will be going away on its own, so I'm very excited about that. He's beautiful and perfect and I can't believe I ever lived my life without him. It occurred to me that likely (and hopefully) I won't have him for the rest of his mortal life; just the rest of mine. This makes me tremendously grateful for our sealing ordinances on this earth. I can't imagine loving anyone else as much as I love my husband and little boy. I simply do not know what good eternity would be without either of them. They are the greatest blessings of my life. I'm so fortunate to have been raised by wise and loving parents; blessed to have good relationships with all my siblings. And now I get to create this family of my own. I guess as a writer I should try to verbally approximate how much love I have for my family. But words are mortal; they'd only cheapen my feelings. 

My favorite moments are when he looks me straight in the eye, like this.

Look at those handsome men! Chris was such an amazing support through all this. We even overheard my OB bragging (she didn't know Chris happened to be walking by while she was talking about him) to some nurses at the hospital about how amazing he's been. She called him a "rock star" for how great he's been with me during these last few weeks. I quite agree. Love you, babe!

Free Will! Part 1

So, let's be honest: This is going to be a long story and I'm a new, tired mom. You won't be getting the whole story in one sitting, but I'll update as I get time. So let's not waste any of that time and dig in:

A couple weeks ago I started getting super swollen feet and legs; my blood pressure was a little elevated, so my OB scheduled a potential induction for me, dependent on my condition the following week. Chris, sweetly worried about the possibility of pre-eclampsia, kept me on bed rest with my feet propped up which helped a great deal. Dr. Macy decided to postpone the induction a few days, until Sunday night. At this point I was dilated to just under a 2, and not effaced at all. However, I had been contracting more or less regularly for a couple of months. I had every sign that labor would start all on its own within a few days, so I was confident that induction would be OK. And I was very confident about the fact that I wanted the experience over with ASAP. So, Sunday night Chris and I drove up to the hospital, calm as could be, and checked in. They gave me some drugs to get the process going. 

In the morning, I was dilated to a 2 1/2 and was 60% effaced. So, Dr. Macy broke my water (WILD experience, btw). That put a whole new spin on the contractions I was feeling. They were very intense and not very much fun. Originally, thinking I'd be going into labor naturally, I'd wanted to hold off on the epidural for as long as possible, so I could walk and move around. Because induction can sometimes send an unborn baby into distress, mothers who are induced are hooked up to continuous fetal monitoring. So, I figured since I was bed-bound anyway, I may as well not be suffering and got my epidural right away. It was lovely and really helped me have a positive birth experience. For most of the day, Chris, Mom, Debbie, Katy and I hung out in the L&D room, watching episodes of The Office and having a grand old time laughing and making jokes about picketing the hallways with signs that said, "Free Will!" 

Around 4, all of that began to change. Suddenly the contractions were way more intense than they'd been before--and not even Dwight "Danger" Schrute was very funny anymore. My mom and sister left the room (Katy'd already gone to fly back to WA, as she had class this week) as my body moved into transition phase. At this point, I was dilated to a 7 and right away felt this overwhelming urge to push. Worse, the epidural just wasn't doing it anymore. I'm sure there was a lot it was doing for me, but up until that point I'd been enjoying this experience with next to no discomfort and I was very eager to see that continue, thank you very much. The anesthesiologist--who up to that point was my new best friend, like McKell said--explained that there wasn't much he could do for me at that point. He COULD give me a narcotic, but it would be administered via IV and therefore would get into the baby's bloodstream and make him sluggish. Thanks, but no thanks! I'll tough it out, I decided. 

Two hours later I just couldn't take it anymore. Contractions were coming quickly and every time I had to hold my body back from pushing. The nurse said she could have Dr Macy come check me out, but she doubted I'd dilated much more since they'd checked me at 7 cm. Did I want her to bother Dr. Macy for what could turn out to be nothing? Yes, get her now! A short while later, in came Dr. Macy, smiling and cheerful as usual. She checked me and said I was at 9 1/2 (take that, nurse! Actually, this nurse was awesome--the best I had my entire stay). Will was facing the wrong direction, so Macy wanted me to push a couple of times so she could turn him. When that was done, she said, "Well, that did the trick--now you're dilated to a 10! You want to push? Push!" 

So, with that, I've got to get going. Stay tuned for Part 2...