Parenthood

I never really realized what being a parent meant until our doctor told me I had to have a C-section. My first thought was that something would go wrong -that something would happen to Jonas. I tried so hard to stay strong, because I knew how scary it was for Jordan. I was so afraid... until I heard Jonas cry. I told Jordan to go to him. I asked if he had any hair... and he did. I felt so much relief. I don't know why, but at that moment Jonas having hair translated to healthy.

For me, parenthood means:

• Waking up, after only sleeping for 2 hours, just to check that your little baby is breathing. 
• Crying when you can't take away the pain.
• Laughing when someone pees on you.
• Feeling so much love for something so small.
• Knowing you would do anything to protect him.

It means everything has changed.

I now look at Jordan and see him as such an amazing role model and friend. I now see every threat my parents tried to protect me from and at times I am so full of fear and anxiety it is difficult just to enjoy the little moments with Jonas. The way he curls up in a ball as he stretches and yawns after his naps. The way I felt when I knew he was really starting to see me. The first day that he snuggled with me (and not just rooting for a meal). There really are so many small precious moments that make me love this new life more and more with each passing day.

Squeaker

The first day or so in the hospital, before Jonas would cry he would make these little squeaks that sounded like a bird or a little dinosaur... so we started calling him Squeaker. It has stuck. I love my little Squeaker, no matter how fussy he gets.

Plus, it still reminds me of The Land Before Time... so it definitely works for me.

Welcome to the World, Baby Jonas

So, this post is a little late but better late than never right?

Welcome to the world!

The Stats:

Jonas was born September 16, 2011 at 4:11 p.m.

10 pounds 1 ounce, 21.75 inches

The Birth:

Jordan and I went into the hospital at 5:30 p.m. I had been at work and by 3 p.m. my contractions were too strong to ignore, and they made driving home quite difficult. I called Jordan at work and told him I might be going into labor. He told me to call Dr. Bury. I did and he told me we should come in, just in  case. So Jordan left work, came home and got us packed and off we went!

We checked in and met our nurse, whose name has slipped my mind. She was amazing. She helped with breathing techniques for Jordan to keep me focused.

I will fill in these details later. I just wanted a place holder!