I am a little behind on documenting everything that has been going on in Wyatt's life for the first 6 months of his life. I'd like to be able to look back on this blog as a sort of baby book in a way. I am going to be updating photos and stories from these past few months slowly, but my hope is to get caught up with our current place in life!! So here goes...
There he is...the king of our hearts. Born November 4, 2011 at 8:38 am in St. Joseph's Women's Hospital. He was 7 lb 4 ounces and 20.5 inches long. GORGEOUS! Probably the only cool thing about a C-section is the fact that his head came out so perfectly...even yesterday roaming around Publix I got stopped by constant baby ooglers saying he looks like the gerber baby. He came out of the womb with absolutely gorgeously symmetrical features. We are so blessed and fortunate for a healthy baby. He was born two days before his due date. I would call that on time! I was determined to not be one of the many who are miserable a week post due date still trying to "walk that baby out." So, at 10 pm on November 3, (which is his twin cousins' birthday!) my water broke (which was hilarious) and we were off and running!! I have to admit we stopped on the way to the hospital for me to "fuel up," because I kept hearing that once you're checked in no more food or water. That was not okay with me, so we stopped and got me a hot dog, french fries, and a huge gatorade on the way to the hospital. AWESOME! For those of you unfamiliar with the birth story of Wyatt James, it was quite emotional, traumatic, and kind of a whirl wind. I was not progressing enough with my contractions and they were very irregular. I have an unruly uterus as it turns out. My contractions were lasting up to 4 minutes long causing Wyatt's heart rate to drop dramatically because he was not able to get oxygen or nutrients at that time. I was unsure of exactly how serious the situation was, otherwise I would have demanded a C section the first time it happened. This continued to happen two more times over the next few hours and finally the third time his heart rate dropped there was a surge of nurses in our room whisking me away telling me I was going to have an emergency C. His heart rate had been down for almost 5 minutes and baby needed to get OUT! I was about 30 away from having to be put under anesthesia, and am so thankful that I was able to be awake to hear/see my precious newborn enter the world.
Three days, and many apple dumplings a la mode in the hospital later, we came home.
The first few weeks were so hard and joyful at the same time. Pictured above are some of my favorites from the very beginning. The first one is the sweet face that day he was born all wrapped and swaddled ready to be snuggled. The second picture is from Wyatt's first bath once we were home. He was about a week and a half/two weeks old and my mom came in town to help for a week. She was holding him in this picture helping me bathe him as I was still not getting around very well post surgery. The third picture was a sweet moment captured by someone in my family who had a camera ready at the right time...Nick adoring his little man just hours after he came into our lives. We were blessed to have family and friends come visit us in the hospital. As soon as my mom got the call at 10 pm saying my water broke, she was in the car leaving Jacksonville. She made it to the hospital not long after we did. Pretty impressive. Nick's parents were also right on our heels at the hospital, almost beating us there all together. Blessed to have such excited and loving grandparents on both sides of the family! My dad made it down later in the day when Wyatt was born, which was nice because we were able to spread out a little of the family being in the room all at once! Some of my favorite memories from the very beginning include...
1. Snuggling with my little baby on the couch and bed all day long if I felt like it.
2. Being blessed by friends from my bible study with fresh hot meals the first two weeks of Wyatt's life.
3. Seeing my husband evolve into a doting, serving, loving, and protective father.
Well, it's a good start at least....many more memories than just those but I'll get to it. Here are some more pictures that I LOVE.
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