The house is quiet.
No crying, screaming, or whining.
Just silence!
This is the perfect time to post!
KittyKatt is (or should it be are?) playing outside. I am enjoying a nice cup of decaf coffee while K2 is asleep (finally!) on the swing recovering from a cold. It was a rough night, but let’s hope the worse is over. It sucks to see your children be sick. FullEclipse calms me. He tells me that it will okay, that it all is part of growing up. I am trying not to freak out. If all goes well with the cold, the family will be celebrating Packzi’s birthday tomorrow with a Princess breakfast at my least favorite place in the world: Disneyland. She has been looking forward to this breakfast for a month now. I cannot wait to see her reaction.
This post was supposed to have been posted on the day K2 was born. Better late than never!
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August 27, 2011
Today, just eleven minutes after midnight, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He was named after a Twilight character and someone from the show J.A.G.
K2 came into the world weighing 9.4 lbs. and measuring 20 inches long. Just like his sister, this little guy decided to come into world on his own terms and whenever he wanted. K2 did not want to wait until Tuesday, August 30th to come out.
I began laboring on Thursday the 25th. FullEclipse and I had returned from another OBGYN/ER visit at the hospital when my contractions began just after 11:00 p.m. After trying to be brave all day Friday, I went to the hospital at night. It was then that the doctors told me that I was dilated three centimeters. The c-section needed to happen as soon as possible. I went into freak out mode.
What about my panic attacks on the operating table? – I got medicated!
What about Paczki? – She was fine and happy to be a big sister.
Is K2 okay? – He was fine.
The whole procedure is a blur. The anti-anxiety medication has made some things hard to remember.
But I remember his cry.
I remember my husband. There is no other time where I feel more in love and connected to him. Nothing brings us closer together than hearing our kids first cries. At that moment, nothing else matters.
I remember how my heart grew.
I remember crying.
It was a crazy pregnancy full of emotions, doubts, and a sense that I could not bring K2 into the world safe.
We made it.
Everyone is tired.
If I could summarize this experience with one song, “Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles says it all.
Here comes the sun (doo doo doo doo)
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
It’s all right
