Last Tuesday morning at 3:32 am, the most wonderful little boy was born to my husband and me.
It was not comfortable. I'll probably spend a few blog posts on how truly uncomfortable it was. But it was worth it.
It was a fast, hard labour, and I wouldn't have gotten through without my first boy to help me. The most wonderful man out there. He comforted me, helped me and got me through the most difficult time in my life.
I've spent quite a bit of time these past 6 days thinking of the blessings of my two men. I've also spent quite a bit of time weeping with joy that they are mine. That Adrian gave me our son. The love that pours out of me for my little family grows exponentially minute by minute, even when I'm cleaning up messes.
And now I hear our son making sounds. He's probably fine, but its about time to stare at him anyway.
I'll post when I can and you will read in depth gross details of great joy.