3:15am... the pain was much worse than the past few hours.
"Tony... Tony! I think this is it!"...I roll out of bed in time for my water to break all over the floor. Yep. That was it.
I'll spare the details of the labor. But know it was quick, excruciating, scary at times...
Wednesday, June 25th @ 6:48am.
A very happy birthday to our little Noah James Rodriguez... or as Abby calls him "Noah Bear".
(I've always called Tony "Papa Bear" even before babies... so when Abby joyfully announced "Noah Bear", it was fate.)
Noah = a name we found in a baby book. We loved the way it sounded with "Abby" and "Rodriguez".
James = after my dad - James Edgar Roberts.
He's the most darling little boy and is thriving, already weighing in at 10pds (2wks after birth). He is amazing in every way - great sleeper, great feeder... he's always calm unless he's hungry and the sweetest little coo'er.
I consider him my miracle baby.
- During labor, his heart-rate would slow to almost flatline during contractions. The most gut-wrenching sound, the slowing of his heartbeat... I was determined that he made it.
- I've wanted a son, but was sure it wasn't going to be in my stars. But here he is.
- The first grandson for both sides of the family.
- No colic. That is a miracle in itself.
- His first 2wks of life, I can't express what I've been faced with. But it's him that reminded me of so much I've lost touch with during this time - he gave me a new sense of life that I've been needing.
- Abby is my angel baby (her story)... and little Noah, my miracle baby.
We're over the moon in love and excited to be a family of four. Abby loves on him often and always wants to be near and help out with her "baby brother." I will admit she is a bit more sassy now and is looking for extra affection - which she has the right and we're happy to give it.
