Wow

I don't have the mental or emotional clarity to write down little Paul's birth experience at the moment. It was intense, scary, chaotic, and something I haven't quite processed yet. I'm anxious to get it all down at some point, but I'm still trying to make sense of it all in my head. I'm spending the my last night in the hospital alone so Mark can take care of Luke and will soon be asleep with my little boy in my arms. Tomorrow we'll be entering our home as a family of four and trying to adjust to life with a newborn. We're excited for all that is to come. 

While I'm fried in nearly every sense, I still feel the need to find humor in all situations serious and joyful. Having said that, let me poke some fun at myself. Let's take a look at my "Mother's Intuition" 

A. I did not have a huge baby. He was 7lbs 5oz and 18 1/2 inches long. I was smaller than him at birth. 

B. I did not, as I swore I would, have a long labor. My insistence of having a long, drawn-out labor makes for a crazy story now, but my stubbornness on Sunday night caused quite a few problems and some very intense moments. 

C. I didn't have the baby early. I was convinced this whole pregnancy that I would deliver at least two weeks early. Paul was born a day before his due date, but in my head it was as if he were already ten days late.  

Now, in true mother spirit, I admit that while the adrenaline is still pumping, I'm exhausted. 

Goodnight :)