On Sept. 12, 2012 at precisely 8:04 am my eyes filled with tears as I heard my little one’s first cries. As soon as I could see his little body, I fell in love all over again. My first thoughts were of how bald he looked, but when I got closer look I found he does have a light layer of brown hair. As I was anxiously awaiting getting to see him myself, I heard the nurses score him a 9 on the apgar scale, and I was glad to hear he was a healthy 8 pounds and 9 ounces, and 21 inches. I was worried beforehand that they had estimated him to be smaller than Theo, but he turned out to be pretty good sized and everything was healthy with him (other than a little jaundice). He has the exact same size statistics I had when I was born.
Two minutes later, Brian got to re-cut the cord.
It wasn't until 8:19 (15 minutes after his first cries) that I finally got to see him up close.
It seemed like it was forever before they finally brought him close for me to see, and a really long time before I finally got to hold him when they wheeled me back to recovery. While I was still shaking from the shock afterward this time, it wasn’t quite to the extent I remember shivering last time. The anesthesiologist nurse did a really good job making sure I was comfortable this time.
After this photo they took me to recovery, where I spent a few hours. Elijah met his big brother and his grandma, and attempted to nurse for the first time.
We finally got to our room around lunchtime, and spent the next few hours so excited and happy getting to know our new little guy. So much different than last time where we were exhausted and upset about the c-section and struggling to get through our first night.
The rest of the hospital stay was pretty routine, and I was up walking as soon as possible. I had almost no feet and leg swelling this time, and knew to keep asking for pain meds to keep myself going.
Going home outfit!
Elijah is a very sweet baby, but has such a serious little face. He does not spit up much at all (I didn’t know such a baby existed), and he doesn’t need to eat quite as often as Theo did (but already regained his weight and is gaining fine). He will stop crying almost as soon as you pick him up and tend to him, and it is pretty easy to figure out what he needs (not sure if that’s b/c he is a second child or just an easy child).
“Old Man Wrinkles” was almost immediately my nickname for this little serious face.
Theo is adjusting well. His life hasn’t changed that much now that he’s a big brother. He is still into playing with his blocks, trains, reading, watching Word World, and playing with his stuffed animals. But now, he has a little brother to come check on, set beside and watch, and talk about constantly.
One cute thing is every time he sees Eli’s umbilical cord he yells out “Look-LOOK!” and is freaked out. Hopefully it falls off soon. He then claims it is “My Turn” and will climb up on the changing table to change his diaper too. The toilet is still not looking inviting to him apparently.
Theo also uses a lot of the phrases I use-he’ll walk over to Eli and say how cute he is. He likes to keep him near when he is playing blocks/trains/making the bed with blankets on the floor. And he is always worried about him having a blankie/binky. He acts like it is completely normal to have a little brother join us.
I was a little overwhelmed Sunday when we went to our first church service as a family of four, and I had time to just reflect on how truly blessed we are to have two wonderful, healthy boys.
First pic as a family of four!