Taylor, baby, baby Tay, nugget has been with us for an entire month! Naturally, I am reminiscing about his very first days and had to hop back into the blogosphere (feel free to hate me for that word) to share what will be remembered as quite the entrance! Taylor's Birth Story We had big plans. Oh such big plans. I expected to go into labor early. This pregnancy was more uncomfortable, with long strong contractions weeks before our due date. I let out a sigh of relief when we made it to full term without rushing off to the hospital. As we hit 40 weeks, my beliefs changed drastically to an overwhelming feeling that Taylor wasn’t ever going to budge without strong convincing... this time I was right! We decided to induce at 41 weeks, as we had done with Charlie. Will and I have never been the couple to write out a detailed birth plan, always laughing at the idea that labor could follow anyone’s specific instructions. However when we arrived to the hospital, expec...
What a contrast between today and a year ago. This time last year we were holding 3 day old baby Charlie in our arms. We were the happiest we had ever been. Our little boy was in our arms. He was perfect, that we were certainly sure of. The world, however, was a disaster of a thing. It felt cold, unsettling. Knowing what we know now, it's easy to forget the turmoil of those moments. The memory of his first days, weeks, months will constantly get mixed up in our version of pandemic and postpartum life. However, today we get to sit back, comfortable with what the summer holds - glorious summer days, trips to see family and friends, a Sharkey's burger, the world slowly opening back up as individuals step up and get vaccinated. It feels bright, colorful, predictable. And Charlie? Well Charlie is certainly not the tiny, sleepy newborn anymore! He claps his hands, broad smile on his face, as he speeds across the living room floor chasing the ever-patient dogs. The yells of "...