Yes it’s true, I have a kid. As most of you know by now, we welcomed Crosby Earl into our little family at 8:23pm on Saturday, August 30th. And it’s safe to say our world has since been rocked. There aren’t really words to explain the feelings so far… but I’ll try to find some because this is a blog and what is a blog without words? Less annoying?
I’ll likely write down his full birth story in the next few days but for now I’ll give you the short version of his arrival into the world. I was induced on Friday night (8/29) due to gestational hypertension and after a few bumps in the road during labor, I ended up having a Cesarean on Saturday night. Overall, our entire birth experience was surprising, exciting and really really scary. But the surgery went as well as it could have and Crosby is healthy which is really all we could ever hope for.
You know what people say about having a baby – that you can’t imagine the overwhelming feeling of love until it actually happens? As eye-rolling as it is – and trust me, I’ve done my fair share of eye-rolling over parentisms over the years – it actually is true. You really can’t prepare yourself for it. I love this little boy more than I ever thought possible. And every time that I think that Casey and I actually made this little person, that he’s all ours, my heart pretty much bursts out my chest. (This might also just be a side effect of one of my pain meds…I should probably look into that.) And speaking of Casey, we should also at some point talk about how heart-warmingly sweet it is to watch your husband become a papa. Dear god.
Since I’m always an advocate for honesty though… I’ll tell you that this past week has not only been the best of my life, it’s also been the most challenging and emotional time of my life as well. That much cuteness and love does not come cheap. The c-section knocked the wind out of me physically. The birth triggered not just the warm and fuzzy emotions, but ALL the emotions. I could probably cry on command right now if you asked me to. (Please don’t.) Breastfeeding is a beast all its own. And the lack of sleep, well, it’s just inhuman.
But trust me when I say that all that junk is so worth it. As emotional and ridiculous as everything is right now, I’ve also never been happier. Crosby is pretty much the coolest kid ever. He’s also so damn cute I want to eat his face off. (Don’t look at me like that, you know exactly what I’m talking about.) I also want to make his baby noises my ringtone. And his skin is so soft I could pet him for hours. Also, his limbs have a life of their own. His arms are always flailing or dangling over his head and his long skinny legs are constantly deciding between frog stance or stretching out to their skinniest, wrinkliest capacity. UGH. He’s cute.
So now of course, I bring you pictures. Pictures of my son. Hold on to your ovaries.