Yaay! He's finally here and so worth the wait. He was born at 5:35 am on Wednesday, September 29th, 2010 at 8 lbs 2 oz and 21 inches in length. I guess he didn't want to share a birthday with grandpa, but he came close.
I had been experiencing regular and sporadic contractions all week long before his birth so it was so confusing when he would arrive. We took dad out to Manuel's for his birthday and the contractions started again sporadically.
They became more intense and regular at around 10 pm Tuesday night. I let Jeff sleep a couple of hours in the beginning stages of labor, and then I woke him at around 1am Wednesday morning to take me to the Birth Center. We arrived at around 2 am and I was 4-5 centimeters dilated. I remember feeling soooo exhausted the whole night. Jeff walked with me for about an hour. It was so beautiful and cool outside, and the stars were crystal clear. I came inside at around 3 am and laid on the bed for about another hour almost falling asleep in between contractions because I was soo tired. I got in the tub at around 4 am and soon after sat foward and felt a different urge... which I thought was the urge to push. Our midwife Ce Ce Dirks checked me and said I was only about 6 centimeters dilated. It was disheartening to only make that little progress for all the hard work I was doing. I would soon find out that that urge I was experiencing was the beginning of transition. I felt the only way to cope was to make low moaning noises pushing the sound out of my mouth as if I was letting my body open up and push the baby out. It was unbelievably hard. It only took about two to three pushes for Josh to come out. I held him in my arms and couldn't believe it.
He is so precious... so sweet. I felt such a huge bond with him the moment he arrived. So far, he has a very calm temperment, and he loves to cuddle and stare into my eyes. I've been hogging him. Poor Jeff hasn't been able to hold him that often. I love to snuggle and take naps with him.
Everyone that was there at the birth mentioned how beautiful it all was. The Lord gave me an immeasurable amount of strength and peace, especially during transition and delivery. He answered my prayer during transition. If I could use one word to descibe the way I felt, it would be joy... pure joy! It was pure joy to hold my son for the first time; to love him, cuddle, and kiss him. Audrey and Claire love him, and they are both his little mothers. They both want to hold him all the time.
It hasn't been perfect though. Breastfeeding is extremely hard this time. I cannot get him to open his mouth wide enough to get a good latch, and it is extremely painful to nurse him. My nipples and cracked and bleeding, and it is not fun at all. I think I would definitely give up if I didn't love him so much. I just have to perservere.
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