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One Month Later…

I am a mom. I’ve been a mom for one whole month (although some might argue that I’ve been a mom since we found out that I was pregnant – but I am talking about being a mom in the sense of caring for the Tiny Human outside of my uterus.)

After 12 hours of active labor – 4 of which were pushing – Lucas Dean was born at 3:38pm on May 10, 2014. Thankfully, I had a relatively easy labor that went quickly for a first time birth. The negative was that I spiked a fever during labor which indicated that there was an infection, so Lucas had to be taken over to the NICU after he was born. Thankfully, I still got to hold him and have some skin-to-skin time before they took him over. Ernest got to hold him too. The second I was able to stand, walk, and pee on my own you can bet we were on our way to the NICU to be with him. We both had to be on IV antibiotics for 48 hours and Lucas had jaundice, so he had to stay in the hospital an extra day. There are several things we feel that the doctors could have done differently to improve the jaundice sooner, but there’s nothing I can do about it now and Lucas is healthy so I guess in the large scheme of things it doesn’t really matter.

It still seems a little surreal, having a baby. I look at him and I am just filled with joy, hope, happiness, love…the emotions and adjectives are endless.

I have 8 weeks of maternity leave and it’s already half over. Only 4 more weeks at home with my little man before I have to go back to work and he has to go to daycare twice a week (or more!). I love spending my days with him. We snuggle, talk, have tummy time, run errands, try to get Avery to come closer to him, generally enjoying each others company (I’m just assuming he enjoys my company as he can’t actually contribute his thoughts yet).

I love his little hands and feet, all of his crazy hair, his perfect little ears, his beautiful blue eyes, how he looks like a tiny old man when he cries, his smiles, all his crazy faces he makes (the “I’m trying to poop/am pooping” faces are the best), his little cinnamon bun belly button, his grunts and squeaks and all kinds of other adorable noises. I could go on.

Obviously I don’t love everything that comes with being a mom, but nothing is worth mentioning because A) It won’t last forever and B) Why even bother? Why complain when there are so many other positive things to focus on?

I AM A MOM.

And it’s fucking great.

Ernest, Lucas and I - Day 1

Ernest, Lucas and I – Day 1

Lucas and Mommy – Day 3

Lucas & Mommy – 1 Month

Lucas – 1 Month!

 

 

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