In the last hour of labor, I progressed from 6 cm to 10cm and we were ready to go. With two or three attempted pushes, I was then instructed the special care team was going to be present, my trusted and adored doctor was demanding my permission to use "whatever measures needed" to get our son out safely and with that I closed my eyes and prayed. Scott endured watching the entire delivery, I endured the physical pain and we both were bombarded with the emotional worry and then it was over. Nathan was here. Though, I didn't get to hold him or see him close up for over 30 minutes, though Scott didn't get to cut the cord, he was here and he was (and is) perfect!
Weighing in at a mere 6 lbs 10 oz at birth, Nathan was nothing of the behemoth that I was told he would be. He was a perfect fully dark haired blue eyed love. I later learned that when Scott texted my parents to tell them Nathan had arrived, the text exchanges went something like this: Scott-baby is here. Melody and Jay-how was delivery? Scott-scary. And that it was. But I'd do it again in a second. Just to have our son here.
About 2 hours later, Nathan got to meet his big sisters. Jenna and Maya came in bearing a balloon and a plant, fully attired in their big sis shirts and glowing with ENORMOUS smiles! Watching Scott introduce the kids and tear up with such pride was one of my most favorite moments ever. (I can count on one hand how many times I have seen my stoic husband cry in the 8 years I have known him.) The girls got to hold him, introduce him to Emmy and Sabba and beam with warmth, love and such admiration that he was here, he was real and he was their's!
Nathan has continued to be a love, particularly busy and engaging in the wee hours of the morning. He is attentive, observant, at times stubborn, and cuddly beyond words. He is a huge fan of having his hair washed and brushed and is not completely sold on the pacifier as of yet, despite offerings of a few different types. The girls still have not lost interest in him at all; they each have new baby dolls, named rightfully so Nathan. When the real Nathan eats, the other two Nathans and their mommies get out their Boppy pillows and breastfeed away. Just as Jenna did when Maya was born, now both girls have magically become mothers to their own "children" and to their brother. They each have their own chosen jobs; Maya is in charge of diapering the real Nathan-getting "all the stuff," and singing to Nathan while sharing her most special toys, while Jenna is his own personal traveling entertainer, anywhere we go she will talk to him, sing to him, kiss him, offer to hold him or provide us with updates on if he is sleeping, hungry or wanting to go in the BJORN.
Scott and I are absorbed in the daily routines of having three small children, but life has been going pretty well so far-now approaching week 4. It's amazing how much more I feel capable of doing not being pregnant anymore, the girls comment on how much tighter the hugs are now. :) Having the three children is such a gift and we don't take it lightly. Whether it is listening to him scream nearly every time we go in the car or the longer and longer gazes he is doing into our eyes these days, it just is truly amazing.
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