Well, I did say that the next time I wrote, I hoped to have news of a baby. Little Connor James Lowe made his arrival. Jason picked the middle name James for his best friend, James. Connor chose to honor his namesake by arriving on 2/22. You see, James, who is now a surgeon, was apparently quite the baseball player in college, and his number was 22 :) Connor had a plan all along.
Tuesday started with a doctor's appointment, and by that evening I was having contractions. The contractions picked up and became pretty regular around 4 in the morning. Jake was originally scheduled for his 18 month doctor visit on Wednesday morning, but needless to say, we didn't quite make that. So, off to the OB office we headed out on Wednesday morning for them to confirm that yes, I was in labor. After getting my epidural, my blood pressure dropped into the 60's. Scary stuff, my friends - I felt like I was going to die. Anyway, after that situation got resolved a while later, then it was show time. I think that we got to our room around 11 am or so, and at 3:02, Connor made his appearance into the world at 8 lbs 4 oz and 20.5 inches long. And let me tell you, this mama could NOT have been happier!!! Jason commented about me bouncing around the room after we got moved to a regular room, but I was so happy to be able to not be preggo anymore that I couldn't sit still. Pregnancy + 18 month olds = misery (just if you want to know) haha.
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| Mama meets Connor |
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| Our blurry first photo |
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| Bath time |
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| The boys |
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| Love the face!!!! |
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| Sweet Connor - who looks just like his big brother did |
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| Peanut meets his newest brother |
We had a wonderful experience at Memorial. The staff could not have been nicer to us. However, no amount of nice equals your own bed, so we headed home at the 24 hour mark. Jake's first meeting with his brother was less than enthusiastic. Jake gave poor Connor a "talk to the hand" gesture, followed by a gentle shove to the head. Last night, we progressed to calling him Con Con, and Jake did manage to wipe his Lovey (a little stuffed dog) around on Connor's head. It was like he was marking his scent or something, so I am not sure if Jake and Peanut had had a talk or what, but since Connor wasn't being hurt in the process, I let it slide. Today, we have even managed a kiss for Connor at naptime, so I am optimistic that in a few days all will be well. Right now, there is a little blond haired, blue-eyed boy who is more than happy to have his Mama's attention.
Connor and I headed out this morning for a visit to the pediatrician and to the grocery store. Jason and Jake stayed at home since it was going to be much harder to get us all ready and out the door by 9:30. Our pediatrician and several friends have laughed about the fact that it was the twosome of Connor and Mama who ventured out this morning, but as his food source, I must travel with the little man ;)
The last few days have been a blur, and I am functioning on VERY little sleep right now. I am still sort of on an adrenaline high, but I will admit that I do feel myself coming down of it. Thankfully, I have the most helpful husband known to man. He has been wonderful these last few days, and he even woke up and kept me company last night during Connor's marathon of breastfeeding. We joked about what our animals were thinking and talked about how small Connor was and this and that. This morning as Jason played with Jake, I showered in the next room with Connor in the bouncy seat, and Peanut and Lucy ran in and out of the room, I realized that my life is going to be filled with chaos in the next little bit. And in that moment, I smiled and realized that this was EXACTLY where I wanted to be. I have a wonderful husband, two sweet boys, a loyal dog, and a sweet if demanding kitty and I love it. This is the life I wanted and have been blessed to have, and I feel grateful and undeserving at the same time. Let the chaos begin...
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