Well, I think I’ve kept y’all waiting long enough. Who wants to hear about the new addition?
Allow me to introduce my newest little man, Judah.
He arrived on Wednesday, March 18th at 11:27 am. Not by choice though, he had to be forced out.
Truth be told, if it was up to me I would have just waited it out. I mean, I was 42 weeks (two weeks overdue), he had to come soon on his own, right? I just feel like babies will come when they are ready, and being induced kinda felt like running a marathon and then quitting right before the finish line. Plus I was terrified of pitocen after a horrid experience with it while in labor with my first child. But no OB will let you go past 42 weeks, and I was too uncomfortable to fight it. So on Wednesday morning Adam and I woke up early to be at the hospital by 6am. We moseyed on in, signed some paperwork, got situated and hooked up to all the things that go along with an induction.
At about 7:30 they started the pitocen. Contractions started slowly, and at about 8:30 or so the doctor broke my water. At about 9am I asked for an epidural. Contractions weren’t horrible at that point, but I knew I was going to get one eventually and there was no point in waiting. So I got the epidural, and then we just kinda hung out. Adam fell asleep on the couch…he was obviously exhausted from his full nights sleep the night before. A little after 11am things started to hurt…I couldn’t feel my legs or butt, but suddenly I could feel the contractions and they were intense. I woke Adam up and told him, and he says “you can feel them through the epidural? It’s time to push.” I told him no way was it already time to push, I was only at a four and surly had at least six hours left of labor. Adam said, “no, I know your body in labor, its pushing time.” So he called the nurse, and sure enough, he was right.
Two pushes later (literally about 20 seconds) I had a screaming baby in my arms.
According to the nurses it’s pretty rare for people to not find out the gender of their babies these days, so everyone was excited and had their bets in. When he came out the whole room yelled “it’s a boy!” So fun.
As many of you may remember, we have had a girl named picked out for forever but were having trouble with a boy name. In the last month or so of pregnancy we had tentatively decided to name him Jesse. I liked it because it’s a biblical name, and it’s very normal but not overused. It had a great meaning (“gift”) and a casual feel. I dug it.
Then I met my new son, and Jesse just didn’t feel right. He screamed for an hour to fully alert the entire floor that he had arrived. He had little worry lines on his forehead, and looked at you through furrowed brows like he couldn’t decide if he should trust you or not. He wasn’t a casual sort of baby, and a laid back name like Jesse (nor our backup of Jude) wasn’t going to work. We talked and debated baby names for two days while we were in the hospital, polling nurses and family members, spending lots of time on google, and generally being indecisive. We didn’t decide on Judah until the day we left and the birth register lady had just about had it with us.
Judah fits him though, it feels powerful and assertive, yet compassionate and fair. It means “praise” or “I will praise the Lord”.
The older boys love their brother, and it’s a very different dynamic then when Levi was born and Elijah was only 19 months. Elijah didn’t really care about the fact that there was a baby…this time they are five and three and very much aware and excited about the baby. They want to hold, feed, pet, and poke him 24/7. Levi is especially a fan, which surprised me (I was expecting the opposite).
Adam’s a fan too.
And so who does he look like? Well, here are all three of them, you tell me.
They are each their own baby, but I think Judah and Elijah favor each other…he’s kinda like a chunky Elijah. Sorta.
I also think it’s interesting how different they have been in terms of labors and size…
- baby 1 – born at 42 weeks, 33 hour labor, 6 lbs 5 oz
- baby 2 – born at 39 w 5 days, 12 hour labor, 7 lbs 11 oz
- baby 3 – born at 42 weeks, 4 hour labor, 8 lbs 6 oz
At this rate baby 4 (if that happens) is going to come in about an hour and be a nine pound monster.
With each of the boys I’ve always been excited about whats next. I looked forward to the day when they would start to laugh and giggle, sit up, play with toys, crawl, walk, talk…all the things that come along with getting older. And while I’m excited to experience those things with Judah, right now I don’t want them to come. I want to fully enjoy this floppy newborn stage, where he seems to have no control over his hands or the faces he makes when he sleeps. I love that right now a nap, boob, diaper change, or snuggle will fix any problem. I’m going to soak up the time when I hold him up against my chest he tucks in legs up and sleeps in a tiny little ball. And the fact that he doesn’t say “mom” fourteen thousand times day makes him my current favorite…even though he sleeps all day and keeps me up all night.
In conclusion…I think we’ll keep him.