Saturday, February 8, 2014

Samuel Jacob Coffey

I wish I would have updated this blog sooner. But I have been pretty busy.

Our son, Samuel Jacob Coffey, was born Dec. 13, 2013 at 12:21 a.m. He weighed 7 pounds, 15.5 ounces and was 20.75 inches long.

It was the most joyous day of my life. I went into labor with him at about 8:45 in the morning when my water broke (thank God it wasn't at work...). We got to the hospital at about 10 a.m. and I labored with him all day.

I can remember walking up and down the hallway of the maternity ward and hearing all the babies crying and saying to Kevin, "I wonder what our baby's cry will sound like?" I can't even tell you how many times I walked up and down that hallway.

By about 5 p.m., my contractions were getting bad. I remember before I went into labor, my sister told me to think of the contractions as waves...let them wash over me...then think, "That one is gone. It'll never happen again." Well, I tried that. I really did. I did good at first...but when they started to get really bad...I began thinking, "That one is gone...but the next one is coming any second!"

Labor was hard. And exhausting. Probably the single HARDEST thing I have ever done in my life. But so worth it. But when I think back on the experience...I don't remember the pain (which is probably why I will have another kid in a few years...). All I can remember is hearing Sam's cry as the doctor lifted him up and placed him right on my belly.

He had the most adorable cry. I remember looking at him and thinking, "This is MY baby?" It was so surreal. I was crying. Kevin was crying. My mom was crying. The two nurses, two doctors and anesthesiologist all kept telling me, "He's beautiful. Congratulations."

As soon as the doctor placed him on me (I was the first person to actually touch him) and Sam heard, smelled and felt me...he immediately stopped crying. Even though I know he really couldn't see me, it seemed like he was looking at me. I'll never, ever forget it.

He's now eight weeks old and I am sitting here wondering where the time has gone. It doesn't seem like I gave birth to him eight weeks ago. He's just starting to smile at us...and he sometimes kind of giggles. He can hold his head up pretty well, too. He loves cuddling and I think his favorite thing to do is nurse! I love it, too. Such an amazing time to bond with him.




Well...that's it for now. :)

XOXO,
MJ