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Charles Jason Webb

I know I know, is Charlie already 3 months old? Pretty close. Holy cow! I guess I should make more of an effort to write on my blog. Things are busy, I either you know, eat or shower or do dishes or laundry and by that time my kids won't let me on the computer. Oh well. So here is Charlie's story.

I went to my doctors appointment on a Wednesday and was not progressing at all. So I decided that I could walk this baby out! I spent the next two days at the dinosaur museum, the aquarium, the park (since it was totally warm in February go figure), and taking my kids for walks. By Friday night my feet were so swollen they hurt and I was so tired. Of course, with the heartburn I was having I didn't go to sleep until close to midnight only to be woken up around 2 with what I thought was hip pain from all my walking. Every 15 minutes I woke up with horrible hip pain. Finally around 3:15 the pain was so bad I couldn't fall back asleep, duh! That's when I realized it was contractions. I did what anyone does and started the laundry, woke up Jason, and we called a friend. I wouldn't let us leave until I put the laundry in the dryer, so around 4:30 we left for the hospital. Needless to say we were super tired when we got there.

Eventually Charlie was born, at 11:12 am, February 18th. 7 pounds and 12 ounces. 20.5 inches long. This is after I progressed, got an epidural, had my contractions stop, was started on pitocin, turned my epidural down, and then pushed the kids who would not move down out. We were so excited it was a boy! We were all guessing and then we sat holding him and running through names, and decided he looked like a Charlie.

The kids came to meet him later and we have adorable pictures of that somewhere. Alice has been enamored from the start while Daniel was a litte more apprehensive. The cutest thing ever though was the second day, the kids brought back packs of toys so they could stay for awhile at the hospital. Daniel pulled out a book from his bag and asked if he could read it to Charlie. He then read the whole thing to him and it was so cute most of us were crying. Daniel, always so thoughtful. Alice mostly tries to kill him with love. Other than Charlie taking a month to decide if he was ever going to gain weight, he has been fine. Now he is Chunky Charlie and my biggest kid. He is already wearing 3-6 month clothes. It's so crazy.

The only thing I am having a hard time with Charlie right now is that I have tons of yard work to do and he can't always come outside. But I can't complain, he sleeps from 10:30 pm until 5 am so, I am just super lucky. Charlie right now is so cute and smiles and laughs and is very serious about playing toys. We definitely love him!

Comments

Natalie Ockey said…
Glad you got back into the blogging world! We think Charlie is pretty great, too!
Megan said…
COngrats! He is so adorable. I am glad things are going well (as well as things can be going for having a new born, anyway).

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