The King is here.
I let 12 days go by after his birth without so much as posting a picture.
Sorry. I’m easily distracted. I’ve had non-stop company and I’ve been nursing a newborn around the clock, which for a novice such as myself, requires both hands.
So yes. I’ve neglected to update my favorite corner of the web.
But what about Henry, you ask.
I’m sure it’s why most of you have pulled up this site repeatedly over the last couple weeks.
The newborn I birthed! Where is he? How did it go? Did the birth center live up to its expectations? Would I recommend natural childbirth? (More on that later…)
I know some of you grew impatient and decided to find my Facebook profile. As cringe-worthy as FB can be sometimes, it’s much less time-consuming than writing a real blog post. For someone whose friends and family are scattered all over the world Facebook is a requisite social networking tool. My profile has been a hub of activity since Henry’s birth.
In this space, however, I like to take my time.
Just like Henry.
Who, by the way, was born at 1:05 p.m., Sunday, June 5 at Breath of Life Birth Center.
He weighed 8 lbs., 12 oz. and measured 21 inches long.
“Ooo! It’s about time we got a trucker,” said my midwife, who sized me up with a disconcerting GRIN as I waddled painfully into the birth center in the throes of active labor. “We’ve had a lot of pipsqueaks lately.”
The most coherent thing I said that morning: “A TRUCKER?! I don’t want a trucker!”
But I got a trucker, who one hour after being born attempted to crawl. No kidding.