Adorability
Let me introduce you to Zoe. This is her the day she was born, September 6th. She doesn’t look like a newborn, does she? That might have a little to do with the fact that she weighed 11 pounds 14 ounces when she was born.
The birth was actually pretty easy. I only pushed like like 5 times maybe…it was short how ever many times I pushed. I’ve had three babies before Zoe, and this was the first time I experienced that whole thing where I wanted to rip my husbands face off. Not because, YOU DID THIS TO ME! I wanted to rip his face off because I was in pain and he wasn’t! He was having a nice little conversation with the midwife, and ever so sweetly holding my hand, and I wanted to pull his hand along with his arm right off of his body and just beat him with it. I just kept thinking THIS IS NOT FAIR!
My husband is always so awesome when I’m in labor. He doesn’t freak out, he doesn’t sleep (with the exception of Aidan’s birth, but I was sleeping and we had been up for days it seemed, so I didn’t mind) he doesn’t watch TV. He’s just there with me. During Zoe’s birth, I was just irrational. I was actually irrational through my whole pregnancy. After my baby shower, I was making a list of the things I wanted to get that I had not gotten at the shower. I mentioned to Ben that I wanted to get one of those small wipe boxes for the diaper bag.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I need one for the diaper bag.”
“But we don’t ever use those, we just put them in a zip lock bag.”
“But I really want one for the diaper bag.”
“I just don’t understand why all the sudden you need to have something we never use.”
::crying:: “BECAUSE I NEED ONE FOR THE DIAPER BAG!”
“OK.”
::sigh:: Good times, right?
Anyway, Zoe is awesome and growing and beautiful. Her brothers and sister love her and think she’s “so pretty.” There are many arguments as to who’s sister she actually is, and then they all cry because she can’t belong to just one of them.
One thing, I decided not to breastfeed this time. It was a tough decision to stop, but emotionally and physically it was just to much for me. There was a time when I would never have admitted that it was to much and I would have just made myself miserable and been depressed for months. I do believe breastfeeding is best, but I also believe there are times when you just can’t. This is one of those times. My recovery has been a lot better, and I am getting so much more rest.
Oh, and Ben thought it would be better to just send Aidan to Kindergarten instead of homeschooling. Man I guess we’re really falling off the bandwagon here!
