Saturday, June 30, 2007
On Saturday, June 23rd mother and son came home from the hospital. Both of them very tired from the events that transpired just 2 days prior. Upon their arrival home they were greeted with open arms from family and friends. Our home was filled with the sounds of proud grandparents cooing and kissing their new grandchild, and recounting the births of their children. Stories were exchanged and life seemed very normal. As the day drew to a close and everyone left, my wife and I soon found ourselves alone with our son.
With all of the hustle and bustle of the last few days my wife and I realized that we had not spoken for a few days. As we began to talk about our son's delivery a rush of emotions began to pour out. We talked about how unbelievably hard it had been both mentally and physically, and how surreal the experience was in retrospect. I still cannot quite grasp everything that happened when our son came into this world. I can grasp just one thing...
IT WAS AWESOME!
In my life, I have started a list. It's not written down, and it isn't numbered in any order...so don't ask to see it. On the top of that list, was to see what child-birth was like. I prepped my weak stomach for 6 months by watching very detailed videos of child labor. I needed to see why fathers around the world held this natural human occurrence to such high regard.
Let me tell ya, I found out.
It is the most "eye opening" experience that I have ever encountered. I have a greater respect for my wife, my mother, my grandmother, my great-grandmother, my mother-in-law...pretty much any mother that is on the planet.
Mothers have a "mother-of-a-time" becoming a mother.
I will say this in closing "Be a part of this experience". You will never forget it. It felt like "storming the beaches of Normandy" (I'm not sure what that feels like, but I can imagine). I now have a common bond with 3 people I love very much...my wife, my mother (who got to be in the room with us), and my son.
Friday, June 22, 2007
His mother was very strong during his delivery, considering a greater part of her epidural had worn off by the end of her 16 hours of labor. She pushed for an hour, that seemed like a year, to deliver one of the greatest things to ever happen in this writers life.
Great things are wished for Sam.
Even if none of them happen,
he will be great, because he is loved.
Welcome Son, We Love You!
Friday, June 15, 2007
One of the great things about this time of year is getting to go out on "The Lake that Glenn Built". Even better than that, is getting to throw your line in the water and go fishing with the man you caught your first fish with. We didn't catch the "Big One" this time, but that was really not the concern. I just had a good time with my "Pops".
Good to have you back home, Dad!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
My sweet momma made the long trek back to be with us when her first grandbaby arrives.
In the meantime, mom and grandma have been pulling each other around the farm in a little yellow wagon. During their adventures around the yard, mom found a hammer that she has brandished before several of the squirrels that inhabit the farm.
PETA has been dispatched.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
After working many hours on a project that I never really belived would come to fruition, I completed the mural/poster I did for "My Boy's" room. I could go into the gory details of how I did all of this, but I will save it for a conversation that will bore you. Long story short, I did it free hand with the help of my camera phone, and Photoshop. Enjoy!