Probably an information overload

I don’t want my blog to turn into my platform for talking nonstop about Dillon. That is boring, and the only people who want to hear about him that much are me and Daniel, his grandparents, and maybe his aunt. So I am making a conscious effort to post about other things, even though he is constantly on my mind and on my boob.

(Okay, not really, because he eats out of a bottle. But close enough.)

It has been almost two weeks since he was born. Happy Birthday, Little Man! Here are some details about his arrival and the subsequent two weeks. Hopefully, all of my mama-pride will be released in this post and you will be spared from future posts like this one.

Thankyouforyourpatience. :)

I went to the hospital to be induced at 7 am on the 14th. I am really tough (!) and I just knew that I could do this whole thing with no epidural (the big scary shot in your spinal column). Epidurals are frightening! I made it until 3 pm when I was dilated almost 8 centimeters. At that point, I was crying for some relief. Epidurals are wonderful!

My sister and Daniel were my coaches. Apparently, that means that while I concentrated on breathing through contractions, they whispered to each other and tried not to laugh too loud. Thanks guys! They have seen more of me than I have even seen! Ew!

At one point, the nurses said it was time to push. Then they left the room. The three of us feigned abilities we don’t have and frantically tried to coordinate our efforts with the computer readout that told me when to push. It was a circus. We were laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe. Well, I couldn’t breathe anyway, but I know they were having a hard time too.

I pushed for two hours nonstop. At 10 pm, my doctor said “you gotta know when to fold ‘em” and told me we would have to do surgery. Dillon is a stubborn boy! By this time, he was even “crowning,” which means that when I pushed, Daniel could see his head. Ew again!

So I had a c-section. Dillon was already so far down that the nurse had to push him back UP into my uterus so they could pull him out of the hole in my stomach. Want to feel helpless? Strap yourself to a table, give birth, then let someone take your baby away for nine hours. Sheesh!

But he is home now, and we have both recovered. Daniel says that I gave birth twice, and I think he is right!

What have I learned in the past two weeks?

Dillon likes his swing. He lets me sing to him and he doesn’t even make fun of my voice. He loves his daddy. He likes a schedule, just like his mama. He eats, looks around, yawns, and sleeps. In between all of that, he dirties his diaper within seconds of it touching his cute hiney. He smiles in his sleep. Don’t tell me it is not a “real smile.” I know that, but I am his mama, and I still think it is cute. He eats out of a bottle because he has perfected the art of nipple exfoliation and I can't stand it. But he is eating breastmilk, I just have to pump a lot.

There was a lot of hard work involved in getting him here. His daddy and I have had to learn a lot over the past couple of weeks. The one thing we didn’t have to learn was how to love him. That part comes easy.