My mom made Joseph shirts with little ties sewn onto them. She wanted him to look like a little man at church. Success! On our first day back at church, he looked like a little old man with his tie tucked into his too-big elastic waist pants. :)
So I put on a little zip-up jacket that significantly decreases his "old man" factor and increases his "cute" factor.
All the ladies at church thought he was adorable. They were right.
This was my attempt to make Joseph stop crying for Ashley last night.
No web cam + skype + share screen option + crying baby + microsoft paint =
It didn't work. However, I learned that I could make the picture talk by filling in his mouth with black and hitting undo and redo really fast. Joseph will one day use this as proof that I was almost there during his childhood.
Moments like this make feeding every hour on the hour in the middle of the night a little more bearable. (Not that this happens often; he's usually great during the night. It's just happened a few times recently, and it wears me out.)
Here is our family whiteboard, with all of our important goings on:
I felt that there aren't enough Jewish superheroes, so Moishe is going to save the unsuspecting soccer boy from a land shark. My vacation days and Bobbe's "I love Joseph" message also made it into the picture.
I drew this during the CEO's presentation at work:
I figure now that Joseph is over two weeks old, I ought to post some pictures.
38 weeks. I carried low the whole time, but once he dropped, I really looked like I had a basketball under my shirt...that was about to fall out.
My water broke at 3 am on Sunday, October 17. We called my doctor's answering service, and the doctor on call told us to come to the hospital, as I wasn't having strong, regular contractions. We got to the hospital at about 4:30 am, and the doctor put me on pitocin at about 5. I progressed pretty well, and at 10:45 am it was time to push. Pushing took much longer than I'd anticipated, and I hadn't eaten anything since the night before (I was on IV fluids, but that's not the same as food), so I got pretty tired and almost fell asleep between contractions near the end. At 12:26, Joseph made his entrance into the world. This was my reaction:
Just after Joseph was born. I was so relieved it was over!
I took a long time getting stitched up, and I was pretty anxious to hold Joseph. He got to hang out in the warmer until I was done. He was mostly very calm and alert during that whole time.
First family photo. I was super tired.
Jake holding Joseph the next day. What a cute dad.
Home at last. I didn't count on that hat being that big. We found one more suitable to his head size shortly thereafter.
I love my little guy.
As simple as my pregnancy was, I'm sure glad it's over and I get to hold Joseph and feed him and snuggle him and watch him grow. I have moments of terror and feelings of inadequacy, especially now that my mom has gone home, but I'm grateful for this sweet little boy and the amazing blessing of being his mom.
Non-cesarean, no epidural, only stayed mandatory 48 hour minimum.
Just in case you were wondering.
By the way, my birth cost $2,125. I know because the receipt is in my baby book. That's 12% average inflation. (Actually, it isn't an average. It's a compounded annual growth rate. But who's counting?)