Everson Michael. He is here. We are crazy for him.
On August 19 at around 8:30 AM during Rylie’s bubble bath, I was going pee. As I was finishing my business, it seemed like there was a gush of pee. As I stood up it kept coming, and we knew. My water had broke. I’ll go into more detail about the labor in a later post, it wasn’t exactly how we imagined it but in many ways it was a wonderful and ideal situation. My contractions hadn’t started so we were able to do our whole nighttime routine with Ry, and actually tell her that when she woke up that grandma and grandpa would be there, and she would get to meet her baby brother. I laid in bed with her, hugged her for what seemed like forever, and gave her a million little kisses all over her face, knowing that it would be the last time I would do so with her as my only child. It was one of those life moments and I really believe she understood.
Everson, you were born August 20th at 8:25 AM. You weighed 8 lbs 3.5 oz and they measured you at 18 inches (but you were 19 inches a few days later, so I think they got it wrong!) I overheard one of the delivery nurses tell a postpartum nurse that “she won’t let him go, she’s held him since we put him in her arms.” She was right, and that’s how we stayed.
We are so in love with you. Words don’t do the feelings justice. You are such a (as your papa called you) “fair” baby. You only cry when something hurts (a gas bubble for example) but otherwise you are just a bundle of sweet baby smelling, sleepy smiling, blue eyed (as of today) baby. At your first doctor appointment you had not only met your birth weight but had gained 10 oz! I love to smell you, breast feed you, hold you. Your heavy baby weight on my chest is what dreams are made of. You have the longest little fingers and softest skin. I cry as I write this because my feelings for you are already so tremendous.
Rylie. You always amaze me, but this time…I am beyond amazed. From the minute you met him you have been such a gentle and caring big sister. You love to touch his head, pet his hair, find his toes (and play “this little piggy”), look at his umbilical cord, and you think it is hilarious when he pees as mama as changing his diaper. You have been such a big helper, getting diapers, blankets, and making sure he has his “mimi” lovey. This morning you said you wanted to snuggle with him in bed, and my heart exploded into a million little pieces. Sometimes it’s a little hard for you, when you want me to do something and I cant right away, but I see you taking a deep breath and trying to be patient. You are mature beyond your years, such an old caring soul. You get it too, you get what it means to be a big sister and that he is a new part of our family. I didn’t believe I could love you anymore than I already do, but seeing you in this role, I do.
My heart is full.