I waited patiently behind the c-section curtain for Willie to tell me about our little boy. His first description was, "He has a ton of hair!" In our recovery room I discovered not only was there a lot of hair but CURLY hair! After the nurse washed, combed and put it all under a beanie it straightened out.. What?! Where did my curly hair baby go? We quickly discovered when it dries alone it's curly, if we comb it or play with it goes straight.  I love both!  I'm certain he will lose it or it will go blonde like Vance's has but for now I'm enjoying it! 

Clear My Mind

My first night being home and sleeping in my bed. Willie and I have been sleeping at the hospital since last tuesday. This weekend we realized Hoyt's hospital stay may run longer then we hoped. We became aware that we may be at the hospital for another week or better and that would need to make some adjustments. Willie is having to go back to work so we are having to split taking turns being at the hospital. Tonight I am home with Vance. Im feeling restless, Im missing Willie and I want to hold my baby. I've come back to a home that is basically how I left it over a week ago...  clothes folded and clean laundry as we left it, a fridge full of food that hasn't been touched and baby blankets, burp cloths and a bassinet that aren't being used.

I pulled up my computer to check on some emails and pay some bills and all of the photos I've taken since his birth and his newborn photo shoot are sitting there in my iphoto file and tears start flowing.  Vance has "spend the night" syndrome from being lovingly adored and cared for by both sets of his grandparents  since the 9th and he is casually calling me "Wema" (chris) & "DeeDee" (my mom). Secretly it hurts my feelings.

  He looks bigger, acts bigger, is saying things I've never heard and I'm feeling like I've missed out on something. I'm homesick for my bed, my home, my life before this. I'm physical exhausted. I'm emotionally exhausted. My eyes hurt from crying. The fact that my hormones are out of wack from just having a baby as well as having surgery myself is not helping.  Anything and everything can bring the tears and does. I have had all these visions of what these last  2 weeks would be like and this was not it!  And as much as all these things matter to me the only thing I can think about is getting my baby home and healthy. Since that time is not now,  I'm finding myself sitting here doing what is therapeutic to me... blogging and editing photos and hopefully I can stay on top of all the events that have happened in this crazy month of May. I have lots and lots of photos to get through and more posts to hopefully finish.

Well Willie was lucky enough for Hoyt to come 2 days before his birthday! Soooo we spent his birthday in the hospital...not so much fun for him. We had a little party a few days after getting home with his family and mine. Pistachio ice cream a top a chocolate chunk brownie with chocolate syrup, whip cream and a cherry on top.. his favorite! Happy Birthday to the greatest person I know! xoxo

Our sweet little guy is here! 

He came at 38 1/2 weeks. I was not scheduled for my c section until the following week. I began having some degree of contractions  Sunday. I was uncomfortable the entire day enough to skip church and struggle through our family dinners. Monday morning I had my last visit scheduled with the Doctor so I struggled through the night, took a few baths, rocked in the rocking chair and timed my contractions. They weren't seeming to be very consistent so I just waited to go to my appointment assuming he would tell me that yes I was having braxton hicks and to go home and work on managing them. After examining me he said I was dilated to a 4-ish. He suggested we move the c section up a bit so I replied, "Well I have my husbands birthday Wednesday so maybe Thursday would work." He said, "Oh no you won't still be pregnant Wednesday, I'm talking about today or tomorrow at the latest."  My heart leaped! I'm having the baby today?! Wait. I have 6 hair clients scheduled this coming week, a photo shoot and a birthday party! Oh well!  I wasn't sure what it was like to go in to labor on my own as Vance was induced at 41 weeks and I hadn't ever dialted even slightly. So he scheduled me for 5 p.m. and asked that I check in at 3 p.m. So I went ahead and cashed in on Willie's gift card to the nail salon he had given me a few months prior and got a pedicure and manicure before going in. Midway through my manicure massage I began to think that was a mistake as I was basically doing breathing exercises through the entire thing. The ladies in the salon all asked when I as due, and looked a little confused when I replied, "Today at 5." I made it home and called willie around 1:30 and said I don't think I can make it to 3:00 I need to go now. After getting to the hospital, checking in, and being examined I was dialted to a 7 and in the nurses words, "paper thin" at which point the nurses contacted the doctor and let him know the surgery needed to be bumped up. I would describe the c section as a delight in comparison to the previous 24 hours and considered it almost enjoyable. It went flawless and quick and next thing I knew Willie was showing me our sweet little baby Hoyt!