Some labor, some learning, and several dollars later- our son Luke is already over a week old!
I just did not have it in me to write anything about the birth of our son. The fatigue, emotion, and time that go into the birth of your first child is overwhelming as many of you know. So here I am, with a son over a week old and I am just now starting to find a few moments for things besides feeding, changing, dishes, laundry, and runs to Target and Walgreens.
Going over your due date by five 97 degree days is pretty tough on a mother. Who knew? Apparently not my wife, because we stayed in her parents camper at the lake Friday, went out to shop and have Buffalo Wild Wings Saturday, and had friends and family over for grilling and yard games Sunday for my birthday – all her idea.
She took it all in stride, though I did have to kick her off of grilling duty because that’s just ridiculous. She was scheduled to be induced the following Tuesday morning, but this kid recognized all the fun we were having and wanted in.
She worked from home Monday, but was having a tough time by the end of her day at 4:00. I got home with roses around 4:30 to thank her for the weekend (and putting up with a stubborn rascal) and knew something was different.
She walked around the house all evening because no seated or lying position felt good. By about 11:00 that night, we knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep, so we decided we might as well go to the hospital to see where we were. Hey, we were already going hit our out-of-pocket insurance max anyway, yah?
She was worried that we would get there only for them to tell us that it was common pre-labor pain, making her “a weenie” (her words). Luckily, once we got there, they double-checked and confirmed that she was dilated to an 8.
Things happened quickly from there. Fortunately, she was still able to get an epidural and I was able to get the word out to our squad. After handling labor like a champ at home, she eventually progressed at the hospital and had our son at 5:43 Tuesday morning.
Risking losing out on a very masculine father moment, I opted to not cut the cord a.k.a. slice through a nerveless, fleshy rope that connected my son to his life-support sack. Sorry, traditionalists.
Luke William Harrington was and is a very healthy boy. Outside of a spooky moment when my wife passed out during her first time walking since the event, things went swimmingly for her also. I did not even throw up, pass out, or flee for my life once. Victory.
Life at home has been a tad different than what we are used to. He is an excellent sleeper as well as a curious and adorable observer of his surroundings. His eating habits leave a bit to be desired, as he tends to fall into a coma right when dinner is served. We are still trudging through this, but his weight is good and we are getting the hang of things.
Eating every two hours starting from the second you start the feeding is admittedly exhausting. Takes an hour to fill him up? Be ready to start again in 50 minutes… at midnight, two, four, six, and eight a.m… KIDS AMIRIGHT?
Our lives have been focused on survival for the past week. Eating, sleeping, and excreting waste have been all we have had time for. Things are already normalizing though and the intense joy Luke brings us is going to continue to propel our already great family dynamic for the rest of our lives.
We survived the hospital.
We survived some intense diaper (or mid-changing) situations.
Our son is healthy despite his non-hereditary dislike of food.
Life continues to improve everyday.
That is it for now, but I hope that you will stay tuned for more updates and experiences as we navigate the most intense and wonderful chapter of our lives yet!