No words can do justice to T’s strength and beauty. If I ever find them, I’ll hold them close. Please know I’m not being coy here. I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, and really anxious to get back to the hospital.
No numbers can tell the story of a long labor and challenging birth, but I’ll give you a few anyway:
36 — That’s how many hours she labored. All day. All night under the full moon. All day the next day.
5:01 p.m. Saturday– our beautiful son was born.
9 lbs. 11.5 oz — yes, he was big, but we never had a doubt she could do it. And ladies, she did it. With strength, humor, determination, and patience, she did it. I adore her beyond measure.
She said to say hello. Birth story and pictures to come.
p.s. we may need to change his blogname to tomatohead. When he gets upset, he squishes his face up and turns bright red. Looks just like a tomato. No kidding. It’s adorable.