Our son, Ezra Tyler, was born Tuesday, July 5 at 5:36 a.m. As you can imagine, we are completely smitten. I still can't quite believe I am a #boymom... It has already been quite the adventure! His entrance into the world was memorable to say the least.
My due date was July 4 and in the days leading up to that, I was in a slight depression. I had been expecting him to come "any time now" for the past two weeks (since I had Selah at 38 weeks) so every day past that that I was still pregnant, I grew a little more discouraged.
Sweet boy took his time getting here, but when he decided it was time, IT WAS TIME! I went into labor in the early morning hours of July 5 and things progressed quicker than I ever could have imagined. On the way to the hospital, my pain intensified like crazy. About halfway there, I remember telling Tyler, "This isn't like the other times." I could tell I had reached a level of pain that I'd never gotten to with the girls (thanks to my epidurals). By the time we got to the hospital, the pain was more than I thought I could bear. I didn't know how in the world I would make it inside and up to Labor and Delivery on the second floor. My water broke in the parking lot and I felt like a bomb was about to explode in my body! When we finally got inside and the nurses checked me, my worst fears were confirmed. I was dilated to a 10 and there was no time for an epidural. I kept saying, "I can't do this. I can't do this." But of course, I had to. There was no choice. Thankfully, my doctor got there quickly and within thirty minutes and three pushes I had delivered a healthy, beautiful baby boy!
My labor with him was one of the most memorable, and yes traumatic, experiences of my life. But of course -- it was worth it. We have fallen hard for this handsome, dark-haired little guy.
I've done a lot of nothing since we brought him home. I haven't left the house at all. We have had kind friends bring us meals and amazing parents clean and help with the girls. What I have done is a lot of rocking, changing, kissing and feeding. Oh my, A LOT of feeding. I am attempting to nurse Ezra (something I was never successful with with the girls), and so far it's going fairly well, except that this kid would eat every half hour if I let him. Perhaps this is just another sign that we definitely brought home a BOY.
Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers and well wishes about our new addition. We are so thankful he is here and "healthy and strong," which is what Selah prayed for for months. God is good.