On Saturday, the 8th, my water broke around 9:15 pm and he was here before 11:45! It was fast and furious (I got the epidural just in time, but it was still much more intense than my labor with my D), but uncomplicated, and he's perfect.
I love him so much. And I am so happy.
I have some sadness about not having this overwhelming sense of happiness and love with my D that I am having with this baby boy. I wouldn't call it guilt, because I feel like my fear about my situation at the time justified my lack of happiness last time. It just makes me.... sad.... that I didn't have these feelings with D.
But that is not enough to damper how I feel about this child. And D has been the sweetest big sister so far. She has been patient and kind. And pretty well behaved, even for a fiercely independent 2 year old.
I will never be able to fully express my thanks to you all. Because without you all, I definitely would not have this sweet baby boy. I seriously doubt I would be alive, much less have another child with my H, and one that I love so much.
So thank you. Thank you for the support. Thank you for the guidance. Thank you for pushing me. Thank you for challenging me. And thank you for not giving up on me and on my family. This child would not be here without help from you all. And I am so grateful and indebted to all of you for that.
