On April 7th 2015 at 10:44 in the morning, Walter Duke was born!
6 lbs 5 oz // 18 inches
Healthy. Happy. Well.
On Monday April 6th, while out for my nightly walk with Bauer, our black lab, I was having some pretty intense back pain. Not thinking it was labor pains, I kept walking. Then my water broke. So I walked faster. Made it home and made some quick arrangements for a babysitter to come be with Miles, grabbed the bag (that had been packed for 2 months…just in case) and 14 relatively quiet hours later, Walter arrived.
I feel spoiled and almost unworthy to have the blessing of experiencing 2 smooth deliveries of 2 healthy baby boys in my life. I have no words to express the relief and gratitude I feel. Other than some intense labor pain and nausea on the way to the hospital, everything went swimmingly. (I may or may not have barfed outside the window of our moving car a couple times)
Sorry, Seattle drivers.
I know a lot of women who have the strength and all mighty super power to have babies all naturally, at home, with out medicine or doctors. Good for them…
YOU GO GIRLS.
I however, am NOT one of those. And I don’t feel bad about it.
I am so grateful to live in a time with such amazing technology and experienced doctors, whom I fully put my trust in to help bring this little squirt into the world. The nurses and doctors at Swedish Medical Center in Seattle were truly fantastic, and they deserve lots of praise, treats and presents.
Adjusting to life with 2 kids has been a blur. We are tired, there’s always a pile of laundry in the corner, dishes in the sink, and always something wet on my shirt, the origin of which is anyone’s guess. Big brother Miles had a really hard time the first week. There was a lot of acting out, and he called us “Bwittany” and “Bwandon” in an angry tone instead of “Mom and Dad” for a while, but, he’s calmed down now and we’ve gained our parental titles back. We’ve all survived the first 5 weeks and things are moving right along. I have majorly slacked on taking photos. (Something I’m sure to regret in a few months when I am sad that he is big and I wish I had 500 pictures on my iPhone to cry over.) But here are a few blurry, dark ones from the hospital and from our first week at home…