There were some moments, at the start, that felt like an eternity. I think my sister, Christa, described it best, "They don't call it labor for nothing". I was so proud of Jenni's strength. I felt so powerless to help her, and wished that there was some way I could switch places with her. Of course all pain and anxiety melted away in one awe inspiring second.
The moment Mason was born he captured our hearts so completely and beyond measure that again, it cannot be described in words alone. Choking back the tears, it felt so natural to try to console him as he was placed upon Jenni's chest. He was so alert and scared those first few minutes it gave us an amazing opportunity to bond. I actually thought a part of me died when I heard the pain in his cry after his first shots.
Although the hospital staff was so helpful and encouraging during our stay, it was difficult for me to hide how anxious I was to leave the hospital and bring our family home.
Well, we finally made it. Home. A short trip down Rte. 211 at an outrageously cautious 45 mph. It felt so good and comfortable to bring our new guy into the house. Of course his first act was to soil his diaper, but no fear we'd learned a great deal about changing those in the hospital. However, it was his second act that earned him the nickname "Squirt". You can only guess how he earned that one.
Since we've been home I've been on cloud nine. We've spent four blissful, occasionally sleep deprived days getting to know the ins and outs of our boy. We'll try to keep this blog updated with the pictures and anecdotes that mark Mason's milestones.
Thank you friends and family for all your support. Your thoughts, well wishes, prayers, food, and visits warm our hearts and have really helped to make this experience so enjoyable. We love you all!
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