Well, you're officially six weeks* (I started writing this one week ago!), and your birthday was on June 11, so this is a little late for a one-month post. I'm sorry, but the days are flying by.
Just like Fraser, you were induced, and we thought you'd come on the 12th, but there was a baby bonanza at the hospital, and they called and moved up your induction. We went to church the morning of your induction, and on the way out we ran into the head pastor who gave us a nice blessing for your safe arrival. And we had the same hospital room as we had when Fraser was born. We thought these were great omens heading into your birth.
Everything was moving along so fast, and then all of a sudden it wasn't. The lovely doctor (who had a fun name, but not as fun as Dr. Batman who delivered Fraser) thought something seemed a bit off and did another ultrasound, which showed us you were sunny-side up. You were just stalling, I think. Who wouldn't want to stay all warm and cozy inside? Once the nurses had me lie on a peanut ball, you turned, and you decided it was time right that second. The nurses and doctors weren't prepared at all for me to say "I think the baby is coming," but they radioed for backup, and had me do these slow-down pushes, and after just a few big pushes, you flew right out. I knew you were a boy before they even turned you toward me.
We had no idea what we were going to name you. We had a few names, and Davis was on the list, but at the last minute I had cold feet. Your dad and I Googled names for about three hours in the delivery room. We spent quite a few hours after your birth trying to decide just who you were. You're Davis Norman, of course. Norman was Taylor's papa, and a very good man I'm told. And since your arrival, you've been such a mellow guy, that I know you have more of your dad's side of the family in you than mine. You see, your big sister, Fraser, is a FIRECRACKER! We've never ever used the term "mellow" to describe her, even when she was bitty. So, thank you, Davis, for being the perfect complement to Fraser.
You've had great nights since the hospital, especially the night one nurse told me I wouldn't get a lot of rest because you'd probably be up all night wanting to eat. On the contrary, that was the most restful night ever--I think you woke up once? Your days are restful when your sister isn't in your face, and you quickly learned to like the carseat and the stroller. We're on the go a lot, so I'm happy you like to move. We've been on a couple hikes and a couple day trips already, and you've been a champ for all. I'm sure you've known since you were in my belly that we like to be outside, exploring, and seeing new sights. We might even get a camping trip in before the summer ends. I can already tell you're up for anything.
This last month and change has been wonderful, challenging, and perfect. It's like you've been here all along. Thanks for making me a mama all over again, and thank you for bringing more joy to our house than we thought possible. In all honesty, I was really scared to meet you. I didn't know I could possibly love another baby the way I love Fraser. Moms kept telling me your heart just expands, and now I know that's completely true. But I think my heart did much more than expand. I think it exploded and began again as a heart that knows nothing but the two beats of my two babies right along the beat of my own.
I love you, Davis. I can't wait to see what you bring to the world, you peaceful little soul.
Sincerely,
Mom
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| *Must write your birth story before I forget the details! |
