| Thanks and more Finn. |
[Jul. 28th, 2008|09:11 am] |
Although now I'm debating whether we should use "Fin" or "Finn" as the short form. :P Anyway, thank you all for your good wishes! I loved every one of them. :)
Right now, I'm at my desk at home with Finn asleep in the sling. So far, Finn is not wild about sleeping anywhere but on/with a person, but that should change in a few weeks. He has long fingernail beds (and fingers and toes, but not feet/hands) and a broad face, with eyes that were first hazel but now are blue; I think he'll go green. His hair is going to be blond/brown, I think. He looks around very alertly and intensely, taking everything in. He's amazingly gassy, and already stinky. :P He is working hard on making my breasts his security item, and I am working hard to explain that isn't feasible. :P Not so much with the sleep, but we knew that. Will comes home today and life will get even more interesting! I'm a tad anemic and sore, but okay. Most worrisome is my back, which is hopefully a temporary thing from the epidural; it does seem better already. Finn is spiffy; he's already lost about 5oz, but I expect that he will lose a fair bit and get quite jaundiced just like Will did. Tomorrow is the home visit from the nurse. He has a very distinctive cry and a squeaky little voice. He's got something of a temper and a VERY strong startle reflex, but responds very well to being talked to. I swear he already knows who Tom is (he looks in his direction whenever I say Daddy) and he knows "boobie", too. :P
Labor that is only 6 hours is a LOT less taxing on one than labor that's over 24, I'm finding, and appreciating! I went from 6cm to delivering in something like half an hour, and caught everyone by surprise. My final push would have sent Finn flying across the room if the doctor hadn't been there to catch him! *grin* The down side of the labor was hideously awful contractions (blaming that on being induced), a poor/not very effective epidural (after a long and agonizing wait), and tossing my cookies very thoroughly. (I do NOT regret going to dinner, however. I'd rather have done that than starved, truly.) The good part was the end; the amazing progression (which I think may have been helped by the throwing up, actually), the rapid arrival (15 minutes of pushing) and dramatic entrance, and the AGES I got with Finn from the moment he was born. (I had him so long I was almost ready to make the voicepost before they finally took him to get bathed/weighed!) We played Carole King's Child of Mine through the whole thing, and it was lovely. (I hadn't thought about how soothing a song it is; it really helped me!)
We left the hospital early Sunday afternoon. We went to Mom's so Grandma could meet Finn, and spent a little quality time with Will, then came home to get as settled as we can before bringing Will home. Now we're going to eat breakfast and shower and get ready and probably have Mom bring Will home.
And now we can safely say that the pumpkin fertility ritual worked! Cool. :)
I love and adore my second child just as much as my first, and our family feels wonderfully complete. I'm looking forward to the rest of our lives together.
P.S. That's him in the icon, of course. More pictures soon!
P.P.S. I said this in comments, but I want to put it in the entry, too. I forgot to talk about Will meeting Finn! In short: OH! Will came to the hospital! He was so excited to see Finn, he blew right past us! *laugh* He gets a little upset/anxious when Finn cries, but he's fascinated and gentle and sweet as expected. :) To expand a bit: It was really hilarious, as we'd been being careful so that he wouldn't encounter Finn between him and us, and instead he made a beeline straight to Finn! It's going to take a while, I think, for him to deal better with Finn crying (and it sucks, 'cause Finn cries a lot so far), but that's the only issue. Will is adorable and sweet and a perfect big brother. :) |
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