It took 15 hours of labor with the world's greatest doula, three attempts at an IV (and a near fainting incident), a pitocin drip, the breaking of my water, and a NATURAL childbirth (holy crap, that was wild), and he came out in three pushes.
Colin cried. I cried. My husband cried. No matter how prepared you are, or how much you know that a baby is coming, there's something so amazing and awe-inspiring about that moment when you see that baby for the first time.
Physically, I am doing great. Which is a good thing, because with three kids, there isn't really an alternative. Mentally, I am doing okay. After one rough day, I started my meds almost immediately, and they seem to be working (with the help of placental encapsulation - more on that some other time). Now I just need to break out that UV Happy Lamp I bought a couple of years ago. If anything is going to get me over the next couple of months, it's going to be the damn darkness.
But overall, I am happy. Blissfully happy at times, in fact. Because in the midst of the sleep deprivation and aching lower back and general shock at how my life has changed, it all just feels right. It's exactly how it's supposed to be.
I spent so much time in my young adult life planning and micromanaging everything. I had distinct desires in terms of when I would get married, how many children I wanted, when I wanted to have them, whether they would be a boy or a girl, etc. In truth, none of it has turned out as I planned. But what is so amazing is that my feeble mind could never have imagined it turning out like it has - turning out so good, so perfect, so much better than I could ever have known.
My family is exactly as it should be. I just know it. And these three boys.... they are my everything. They are incredible, amazing, more than anything I could ever have asked for or expected.
I am so blessed, lucky, fortunate, call it whatever you want. I am complete.