So
wasn't it crazy last night on Lost when they went up to that security
totem pole thing and --
Haha.
Like there's any time to watch Lost when you have an eight day old
BABY relying on you for his every need!
I
can't type much now because it's hard to be wordy using only one
hand, but I'll say that after 28 hours of natural labor last week
and wanting to sue the crap out of the childbirth instructor who
said ice on the inside of the wrist is like contractions, we've
got a pretty cool little boy to show for it. Because he came out
with his arm next to his head I'm in a little bit of crotch agony
still, but other than that things are good. I have no idea where
time goes, the dogs are a little bit neglected, and there is no
joy like someone bringing you dinner when you've got a newborn,
but things are good. And I'll write a little bit more about labor
when I've got two hands.
8
lbs 13 oz. and 22 inches of baby. That's what was in my belly!
