Chillin' at home
Now that we've gotten diaper changes and feedings into somewhat of a routine, we could relax a little more.
Grandma and Grandpa Webb visited in the afternoon and brought tons of food. And Aunt Jenn came for a visit and hung out for dinner.
Daddy read Quinn his first story.
And Layla stepped into her role as watch dog/big sister (note her making sure Jenn was okay to hold the baby). She needs to know where the baby is at all times, running around frantically when she can't find him, and checks on our work during diaper changes and feedings. Who knew? But be careful when visiting, she's pretty protective.
Motherhood is great--once you adapt to the lack of sleep and get somewhat of a handle on breastfeeding!
Time to go home
After two days at the hospital, it was time to brave it on our own.
Let me first say that the people at our hopital were a-maz-ing. Honestly. We had the best care and best people ever. They gave us so many good tips and took wonderful care of both me and Quinn (opps...I think I forgot to mention last time that his name is Quintin Thomas). Poor Chris had to sleep on a reclining chair, which he did not love one bit.
So this is us getting ready for the drive home. Sadly, Quinn's matching hat didn't quite fit him, but he was cool with that.
And for the future parents reading the blog, putting your baby in a carseat for the first time is no easy task...even when you practice. Just keep that in mind.
We are parents!
Soooo...baby Webb arrived a little earlier than his due date. But with the heat and the baby's weight gain, I wasn't sad at all!
For those of you who know me well know that I have NO tolerance for pain. None. I pretty much pass out at everything. But, I can honestly say that childbirth was much easier than I expected. We arrived at the hospital 5 cm dilated...water broke...quickly got an epidural...moved to 9 cm after a bit and then received some pitocin to make the contractions a little more intense. Five and half hours after arrival it was time to push. So we started the Best of Fleetwood Mac CD 2 (really, are you surprised?) and the baby was out by song seven--the nurses were a little sad to not hear the whole CD though. It least we heard Gypsy!
So here are the first pictures of our new little addition (well, the first ones that are appropriate for the Internet). He weighed 6 lbs and 15 ounces and was 19 inches long. And he's perfect!
To my dismay
Okay, many people have requested that I post pictures of myself so they can see "how big I am." Is it really nice to phrase it like that? I don't think so!
So here I am at 37 weeks. Of course Layla needed to get in on the action too.
Oh and please ignore the fact that I look like crap. It somehow never crossed my mind that driving to Cincinnati and working all day while you're 9 months pregnant would be hard.
Done with classes and laundry
Last night ended our classes at KMC, so we now know everything we need to know about taking care of a baby. Riiiiight. Okay, but at least we know more than we did a few weeks ago. I'm 100% in awe of the amount of information the nurses and lactation consultants have in their heads; it's insane. I'm sure we'll be lucky to remember 5% of it when the baby actually arrives.
And, as the subject line implies, I finished washing all of baby Webb's tiny clothes. I had to include a photo to prove that like his parents, little Webb will have no shortage of clothing. And I swear that I only bought three things myself! I'm crossing my fingers that he's on the small side and can wear all of the little 0-3 month outfits. At the moment, however, I'm not feeling like he's particularly tiny...
Oh so Sex in the City
Chris can't stop working on baby things...
Making progress!
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