We would like to announce the arrival of our son.
He burst forth into this world on Thursday, December 8th, 2011 at 10:53 AM.
We named him William John, in honor of my father and both of our grandfathers (respectively).
He tilted the scales at 10 lbs 11 ounces, and measured 21 inches in length.
Our son is healthy and came out with the most incredible, perfect nursing latch, with a piranha like suction and ravenous appetite.
My husband is the most amazing labor coach and baby support person I could have ever asked for. He did and is doing an absolutely amazing job. I am so, so proud of him and so humbled to be able to share this new little person with him every day.
My doula was absolutely perfect with me, with us, and was a great guide through the entire process. She is also a lactation consultant and is continuing to guide me. I am so grateful that I found her.
My labor started at 4:11 AM, I called my doula at 6:00 AM, we left for the hospital around 7:15 AM. We had an incredible team in the room to help deliver him, from the labor & delivery nurse who had had her two children in home births and therefore completely supported my desire for a natural childbirth and assisted in getting this kid’s enormous shoulders out of me, to my doctor who did an incredible job making sure she followed my birth plan to every detail possible.
I am sore in my breasts due to our son’s aforementioned appetite, and in my forearms due to the labor position I used, but otherwise completely fine and “injury” free. Yes, that means what you think it means.
I’ve been told I am the talk of the hospital since I delivered such a large baby completely drug, epidural and intervention free. Truth be told, I’m pretty proud of myself, too. I worked really, really hard to be as healthy and strong as I could be — eating healthy, preparing and researching for natural childbirth in a hospital setting, lap swimming every day for an hour, even the night before I went into labor! I was even at work on the 7th, the day before I delivered.
Oh, who am I kidding? No one really cares about all that crap. So… on to the fun stuff. Pictures!
Going home from the hospital…
I don’t suppose it needs to be said, but I’ll say it anyway. We are completely, over the moon in love with this little boy.
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