If you look at this blog, you would think that the new arrival was either a new toy or pet… but nope it’s a BABY BOY…Funny thing with pregnancy, I didn’t want to shout it from the rooftops that I was pregnant, now I don’t know if that is due to my own neuroses or not. We made it 37 weeks and 5 days together before he make his unexpected early arrival! It was a rough pregnancy, but I wouldn’t of changed it for the world. At what other time can you get bi-monthly, then weekly massages, feel sick for months on end, have this wonderful thing dancing on your bladder at all hours, blood pressure medications that make your feel “wonderful” NOT, and not to mention that I saw my OB-GYN and the wonderful gals at the hospital more than I saw my own family! And go figure now that I am not pregnant, I miss all that stuff! CRAZY!!
But anyways on the introductions: Calvin and he was born on March 22nd at 1526. But what can you say after you see this darling little boy and his handsome face! It was all worth it… Even the horrific c-section, no one was ever in any danger, it just didn’t go as smoothly as it was suppose too. And after the 1st section with Jillian I was SO looking forward to a smooth one. Ahh, but in true Laura fashion, it was a struggle from the beginning… Some day I will put down on paper the details… (like I will ever forget them NOT!!) But at least Calvin will have on paper “look what mommy went thru for me!)
Calvin is a wonderful little man, little bit more work in the feeding habits (multiple different formulas and a lot of “is this one better than the one before?”) and sleeping has been a struggle (again multiple different ways and devices), he is sleeping in his car seat in the pack-n-play right now in our room. It is driving me crazy due to the fact that he is one of the nosiest babies I have ever seen. And not to mention that normal newborns have irregular breathing patterns and what better way to drive a ER Nurse nuts is: irregular breathing patterns and for that matter anything that is irregular, oh and add sleep deprived on top of that and it’s bound to drive me to drink… Oh wait I can’t do that due to the anti-depressants I (as well as my husband) are happily on.. (Oh and for the record, I am the only one taking the drugs!)
But who could resist this little man, we all will adjust in a few weeks, that is what I keep telling myself!