Aren’t you relieved? I know I am. I always get a little antsy during those last weeks of pregnancy, when I feel increasingly like a character in a Ridley Scott movie and the baby seems to be kicking me with twelve arms and legs, that the delivery room is going to be like this scene from Men in Black:
Luckily it wasn’t quite so violent, even if little Lincoln does bear a slight resemblance to the adorable baby alien squid. Wanna see?
See? He kind of has the baby squid eyes. Cute, huh? (Surely I’m not the only one who finds that little squid unbelievably adorable?)
The labor and delivery might not have been as violent as the above scene, but let me tell you, the last 48 hours have been…insane. Completely and totally insane. Increasingly ludicrous things kept happening, and the only way I kept from losing it was to tell myself, “just think, this is going to make the best blog post EVER!” And after mentally writing part of it last night, I’ve decided that was definitely not empty reassurance. Lincoln and I are still in the hospital until tomorrow, but once I’m back home and we’ve settled in a bit, I promise you a blog post filled with ambulances, pinkeye, hospital scheduling errors, Pitocin hell, failed epidurals, blood, blackouts, and one intensely disturbing Jumanji dream-sequence. It’s going to be so melodramatic. I can’t wait.
And thank you all SO much for your prayers. As crazy as yesterday was, the birth was pretty straightforward and uncomplicated, and I did not have to have a C-section, thank God. I’m sure that was due in no small part to the many prayers being said for us. You guys are awesome. Have a lovely, lovely Sunday!