It’s hard to believe that three weeks ago tomorrow we had a baby! A wonderful, beautiful baby boy who is making his mama very happy by sleeping at this very moment. (I’m crossing my fingers that I’m able to get this whole post drafted, edited, and published before he wakes up because starting and finishing a task is a whole new adventure with a baby!)
Wesley Murphy was born on October 23, 2014 at 10:44 p.m. weighing 8 lbs 8 oz and at 20.5 inches in length.
He is without a doubt his father’s child!
Being a parent is pretty amazing. It’s scary and exciting. There are smiles and lots of tears. There are entire conversations around pooping, peeing, gas, and nourishment that Sean and I never expected to engage in for such long periods at one time and for so many days in a row (gas is new, but we’ve been talking about poop for three weeks straight now). There are so many precious moments when Wes is looking up at me or sleeping on me or even crying for some love or making lots of sweet faces when you just fill up with love and think “oh my gosh we made you! You are ours and we are ours!” It’s hard not to stare at him in wonder. There’s really nothing anyone can tell you that prepares you for the range of events and emotions that come with being a parent. Or at least being the parent of a newborn. You really just have to experience it for yourself, if that’s something you’re interested in doing.
At first we were disappointed that we had to be induced. It seemed a little anticlimactic to arrive at the hospital at the prearranged time of 8:00 a.m. But as things progressed and the meaning of terms like bloody show were fully realized, I was happy to be in the hospital and supervised the whole time. I’ll understand much better what’s happening the next time I go through this. Anyway, we arrived around 8:00 a.m. and I was probably hooked up to everything by 10:00 a.m. In the beginning laboring wasn’t so bad. Sean and I played gin. I kicked his ass at gin! I rocked in a rocking chair and had juice and popsicles. I liked that we didn’t turn on the TV and it was just us playing gin and talking during those hours. Then around 3:30 p.m. the contractions really started to hurt. It was impossible to be comfortable. I had made it as clear as I could as soon as I could that I wanted an epidural. Luckily at 5:00 p.m. I got one. They are magic. Shortly after getting the epidural I felt a warm liquid sensation. I told the nurse I was peeing myself and I started to cry. In part because I didn’t like that I couldn’t stop the pee and also because I was nervous. Turns out it was my water breaking. I relaxed a little bit and sort of took a nap. At 8:30 p.m. the pushing started. I was not at all expecting or wanting Sean to be at the business end but the nurse asked him to help hold a leg so there was no way around it. He loved it and was totally fascinated by the process. Two hours later Wes made his entrance into the world with a giant poop. And even though there was poop everywhere, it was one of the best feelings to have them place his little body on mine after he came out. He was so chill. He cried a little bit, but was mostly just so chill. So sweet and so chill.
He’s already so different. Three weeks is not a long time, but when you’re a baby it makes a huge difference. It’s interesting to look at these pictures again because his appearance has already changed and he already interacts with the world differently. It’s remarkable. It’s a little heart breaking, too. We want him to reach the milestones and make the progress but you were just born! Stay little!
Welcome, Wes! We are so happy you are here!
(PS – In case you’re interested I did get to finish this all while he was sleeping!)