If you hadn't heard the wonderful news, Ben and I had a beautiful baby boy on Sunday. He came 2 weeks early. My labor was a whopping 3 and 1/2 hours long. Somewhere some women are plotting my murder. My water broke at home at 7:00 a.m. and I didn't start having contractions until I got to the hospital. I did not get an epidural, which I'm really proud of. At 10:00 a.m. I had the urge to push and a half hour later he came screaming into this world at 7 pounds 4 ounces. He's wonderful.
I was just staring at him last night and started crying. I'm pretty sure it was due in great deal to the insane amount of hormones coursing through me right now; but, I'm just amazed at this little blessing. I can't believe we have him.
Right now he's sleeping a lot because he's jaundiced. So you'll see in these pictures he has a bit of a tan. If you want more details feel free to email. And in case you didn't read the title of this post, his name is Elijah Steven Parker; we're calling him Eli.
Here are some pics...
Leaving the hospital (please pay no attention to the puffy, no sleep, non-make-up face on mom)
Eli and grandpa (my dad)
Eli and his great-grandpa
Loving his swing
Wrapped up like a burrito
Eli and his grandma (Ben's mom)
Trying to soothe an upset tummy
Eli and his proud parents
Sporting an outfit from Aunt Sara
Eli with his brand new hat from Aunt Lacey
I love this
A visit from Ben's RAs
Eli and proud papa