Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Halloween!

This year we got the best treat of all!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Wow.  So the past three weeks have been a complete blur.  For the first four days after Nate was born, we were at the hospital.  For days 5-13, David was at home with me.  Days 14-18, David's mom was here.  Days 19-23 (today), my mom and sister were here.  It was a strange feeling to drop them off at the airport earlier this afternoon.  I looked in the rearview mirror at the blurry plastic "mirror" that gives me a distorted view of Nate in his rear-facing carseat and realized that we were on our own for the first time.

It's overwhelming, but also exciting.  I've LOVED having so much help these first few weeks, but you necessarily do things differently when other people are in the house.  For Nate's first post-company diaper change, I turned up the clock radio in his nursery, put my face down near his, and belted out some Taylor Swift to get him to stop crying.  Surprisingly, it worked.

I've been unable to bring myself to sleep during his long afternoon nap today, because it's far too tempting to flit around the house putting everything back in order.  I'm sure I'll need the nap tomorrow, but I just couldn't do it today.  

Nighttime is interesting.  I dread-- absolutely dread-- getting out of bed and stumbling to the nursery to feed Nate.  We had a cold snap last week, which made it all the worse to climb out from under the warm covers.  (Will I have to sleep in sweats in the winter just to make it bearable??)  But once I'm sitting in the soft light of the nursery with Nate snuggled against me, it's all somehow okay.  It's at night when I look at his tiny hands and feet and nuzzle his soft head and wish that he could stay this tiny and snuggly forever.  

Nate was baptized on Saturday.  You can read Arwen's beautiful post about the occasion here.  I thought I would be in tears throughout the baptism, but in the end I was too aware of being up in front of everyone to end up too weepy.  It was only when I turned away from our family and friends and closed my eyes to receive the mother's blessing that I finally welled up.  It's been a long road to get here, and sometimes I still can't believe this tiny, perfect little guy is with us.  What a blessing.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Nathanael Sherer Petron

So, the parenthood thing.  It's time-consuming.  So time-consuming, apparently, that we've been unable to update the blog with the best news of our lives.

Nate was born at 1:41 p.m. on Tuesday, October 6.  He weighed 9 pounds, 2 ounces, and was 21 inches long.  He nurses like a champ and is the most beautiful baby we've ever seen-- not that we're biased or anything.  He's charming everyone he meets and has his parents wrapped around his little finger.

We were in the hospital from Tuesday until Friday evening.  The hospital stay definitely had its ups and downs, and we were grateful to get home.  At home, no one yells at me if I pull Nate into bed with me when he's fussy at night.  At home, we don't have random hospital staff dropping by our room at 3:00 in the morning to draw our son's blood.  At home, David has a comfortable bed to sleep in and comfortable chairs to sit in.  Of course, at home we don't have nurses available 24 hours a day to answer any questions we may have.

We've been doing really well, though.  David has been home all week with me, and no one could take better care of me than he does.  We've had abundant meals provided by friends and family.  (I'm a bit ashamed to say that we've eaten far better since Nate's birth than we did during most of my pregnancy.)  We've managed to shower regularly and get a fairly decent amount of sleep, considering that we're dealing with a newborn.

We want to find the time to post a full birth story.  I had wondered in some ways whether I'd want to post one at all, considering that I didn't experience labor or what I'd always viewed as "real" childbirth.  But our story is ours, and it was truly amazing, despite its distance from our initial plans.  Every time I think about or talk about hearing Nate cry for the first time I get weepy.  It was probably the best moment of my life.

For now, just know that we're doing well, better than I could have anticipated.  We're in love with this little guy and can't wait to share more.