Has It Really Been a Week?

Baby Rocco is a week old! I swore I would never show anyone his cone head picture, but he has such a nice little peanut head now-I don't care. He slept from 2am-7am this morning. Sooooo nice.

He changes so much everyday!

So...we had a rough night

My baby and I
We do not resemble
Those La Leche League pictures
Of mother and child.

He is crying
And I want to cry too
It hurts, it doesn't work
We've been tricked.

But my baby is brave
Stubborn
{ H U N G R Y }
He will not give up
So neither will I.

Let's Go Home!

They let us take the baby home. We walked right past the nurses' station and down the long corridor to the elevators, the lights glaring off the waxy floor. No one asked us if we had a Parenting License or the proper qualifications. Everyone politely pretended not to notice that we didn't have the slightest idea what we were doing. They just smiled and nodded and wished us well, cooing at the over-bundled treasure getting loaded unsuspectingly into our shiny new carseat.

We pulled away from the hospital, breathless with equal parts joy and terror. Feeling like a couple of paupers walking off with the crown jewels.

Presenting...Rocco Casen DiChiara

The short version is:

I was induced on Tuesday morning. Nothing went as planned, and we ended up having pretty much every medical intervention I vowed we would not. The Baby was OP, and after four hours of pushing he finally made his entrance at 5:40 am Wednesday, April 9th, weighing 8lbs 7oz, at 21.06 inches long, sporting a kind of wrinkled splendor...and one serious cone head.

So here you are at last, covered with the evidence of your arduous journey, a beautiful , perfect, holy mess. You have something of me in your eyes, I think, and a lot of your daddy everywhere else, but you are thoroughly, perfectly, exquisitely yourself. You are ours. But what is even more obvious is that we are entirely yours.

We'll give you a name and they'll let us keep you. You'll live with us, but we'll know you're not from around here. You have the fingerprints of Divinity all over you.

Welcome to our world, Rocco.

We're so glad you came.

Monday Morning...still no baby.

Hello to all.

The weekend has come and gone, and we are still waiting with breath that is baited. This baby better be reaaallllly cute when he shows up, so I can instantly forget how agonizing it was getting him here (and I'm not even in labor yet!).

We are supposed to check into the hospital tonight, and if I'm not in labor by Tuesday at 8:00 am, they'll induce me. I'm still really hoping it doesn't come to that, so keep putting good things out into the Universe for us.

I promise one of these days, one of these posts will have a picture of our baby in it. Seriously.

41 Weeks...Prayers Needed!

My sonogram went well yesterday, and I was in great spirits and feeling like we would be holding him very soon. The radiologist said he has big feet, a little head (yes!), lots of hair, and looks like his daddy!

Unfortunately, my visit with the midwife didn't go so well today, and if I don't go into labor on my own by Monday, they'll induce. I'm trying hard to stay positive, but I thought I had a little more time. Please send us thoughts and prayers for a good outcome over the next few days. We just want to get him here safe and sound.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Well, I have every pre-labor symptom except the most important one: CONTRACTIONS!

I have a sonogram scheduled for tomorrow at 10:30, and it looks like I'll be keeping that appointment as of now. No signs baby is coming tonight. Even though it's nothing compared to the real thing, I'm still excited to see his face and hear that he is healthy and strong. I'll let everyone know how it goes.