Isn’t he just a wudge?
We are fully in babymoon mode over here and loving it. Gus’ delivery was much more peaceful and the recovery has been such a smooth ride compared to my last experience.
Dave snapped this picture of me with my wonderful saintly Doctor right before the c-section. She never put pressure on me one way or the other about how Gus should come into the world. Dave and I ultimately made the decision to do the repeat c-section because it seemed like he was going to be another big baby like Sara, and I was not making a smidge of progress on my own which, again, was just like things were with Sara. It turned out to be a very good thing that we did the section, though, because when my big tall guy came out, he also had a very tight true knot in his cord!
[I literally just remembered that I did my first ever novena to Our Lady Undoer of Knots in May because I was such a ball of anxiety over Gus’ impending birth and the decisions surrounding it. Give me a sec while I process/cry/praise God for His Mercy & Our Lady for her protection.]
Whew. I don’t really know how to follow up that realization. I guess I’ll just share too many pictures.
Me & Gus at around 6:30 am last Friday,
and later that day around noon.
Since Mimi and Joanie left, there’s been a lot of tv consumption, but luckily that goes well with couch cuddles which is what the big sister needs from us the most. Poor SK came down with a weird minor stomach bug thing right after Gus came home. She’s been good for the past 3 days, so we’re hoping it’s over. Fingers crossed!
When we’re not watching Daniel Tiger (new episodes appeared on Netflix just in time for our non-stop watching pleasure!) SK has been obsessed with playdough. She’ll play with it for hours! Of course, it results in hardened flecks of playdough everywhere, especially under her finger nails (shudder) but it keeps her happy and occupied.
And Gus? He’s generally a pretty happy dude. He’s a big eater, and while that means nursing is going much better this time around, it also means he doesn’t let me sleep much at night. He’s an every 2 hour on the nose nurser. This is really random, but whenever he wakes up in the dead of night to nurse yet again, I think of this obscure I Love Lucy scene:
I think that covers everything. I’ll try to somewhat keep up with blogging or at the very least get some of my sisters to pick up my slack. Thanks for all your prayers and good wishes, friends. It means the world to us.