We are over the moon to announce the arrival of our son, Issac. We welcomed him into our arms and our world on October 12th at 10:32am. He weighed in at 7 lbs 13 oz and was 19 and a half inches long.
We are one satisfied and amazed set of parents with a pretty amazed toddler in tow for the ride.
And she’s been the best- picking up after herself, loving on her little brother gently, helping me with him and the house.
His Birth story is a little complicated, and honestly I’m still processing how to put it all into words.
He was an easy pregnancy right from the get go, although I was a bundle of nerves. Everything went according to all those pregnancy timelines for weeks. All the way up to 39 weeks in fact, when at a on the whim ultrasound showed that the baby had gone breech and because of some other factors that would normally mean nothing, our baby had gone from perfectly uncomplicated to… well kinda complicated. After a few hours of discussion, it was decided that we would spend the night next to the hospital and I would be admitted as soon as they could get me in the next morning. The plan was to try for an inversion and induction. And if that didn’t work, the next step was a csection to ensure the safe birth of our little one.
Now I am deliberately over simplifying our situation here- this was literally a fear of mine come to life so I’d rather not dwell on Thursday evening/Friday morning- because by that afternoon, we were snuggled up to our newest addition to the family. Suffice to say, we all made it thru happy, healthy and whole.
And here we are, a week later, and life is good. Wicked Good.
So, until next time, have a wicked good day.