Well, I finally had time to sit down and blog. Peter was off work today and little man is sleeping. Isabella is at school so I thought this is the perfect time. (even though it's 1:00 in the afternoon and I still have my p.j.'s on!) Well, Pierce is just the perfect baby. I'd love for him to sleep soundly a little more at night, but that's to be expected at 3 weeks I know. Tomorrow he will officially be 3 weeks old. But let's start at the beginning. I was officially 4 days overdue and feeling very huge and tired. I went to HMC at 6am and got to my room. I had been very anxious about the delivery since I was being induced and I didn't have to do that with Isabella. I didn't really know what was going to happen this time. I'm trying not to think about it and just focus on my little miracle that I would soon get to hold. I prayed for many things to happen (or not happen!). If you've never had a child born "naturally", I won't use the "v" word. That sounds kind of gross. Anyway, there are many concerns about that area that I was worried about! With Isabella I had numerous things go on that took well over 4 months to get back to normal so you could say I was a little nervous to do it again. Well, all my prayers were answered and everything went very smooth. I had pitossin and felt really weird on that stuff, my epidural only kicked in on both sides of my body about 10 minutes before he was born (thank goodness!), I was swelling up quickly from all the fluids, I pushed about 5 times and he was born at 4:30pm on St. Patrick's Day March 17th. I wasn't expecting the doc. to put him on my chest immediately after he was here because with Isabella they rushed her to the crib and started sucking the merconium out of her and I couldn't see her for what felt like forever (maybe 5 minutes). So, when they put him right in my face I couldn't do anything but cry. It was so sweet. He was so tiny, weighing 7'6, which is pretty average, but to me he was tiny. He was absolutely perfect in every way. He had a head full of dark hair just like Isabella did, but he had more. His face resembled Isabella's so much that it was like looking at her all over again. So crazy. I need to dig up her hospital pics and show them side by side. I felt really good the next day so I got up took a shower and walked around as much as I could. I didn't want Isabella to visit me again laying in the hospital bed. She came in and said "Mommy all better!" and checked to make sure my iv's were out of my arm. It was so sweet. I think seeing them both together in the hospital was the best thing a mommy could see. Two precious babies. I could cry right now just thinking about it. Here are some pics of that very special day.
