Our sweet sweet Dragon is here!
I don’t have a proper update in me (no sleep. many nights. wide-awake newborn.), but I’m mighty grateful that you’re all out there pulling for us, so I wanted to say: he’s here. And healthy.
And his name is Louis. Lou. Louis.
Louis after two people who’ve made a big difference to my wife. Nathaniel would have been my name if I’d been a boy.
Jax was a fucking rock star: two full nights of all-night contractions handled with quiet strength at home. It was stunning to watch. Then just four hours of active labor. One hour at the hospital. Three pushes. No drugs. Rock star.
We’re still in the hospital waiting for Lou’s GBS culture to come back. This is horrible and haunting. I have the worst homesickness in my life, only it’s not so much home as a certain little Bramble. Anyway, my mom has been so great with him (so great), and our amazing friend/sitter Grace has too, but I am missing him fierce and hard. We hope to be home by tomorrow night. We need to be. Tonight I called my mom in tears. She’d spent the whole day with him, and they’d had a blast. I told her I thought I was doing this awful thing to him. Failing him. She said, “Honey, he’s having a great time. He misses you two, but he’s good. Is it possible that you’re feeling this way because you just miss him?” Yes. Yes. I miss him.
But in the meantime, there’s this fella. Who we, of course, just love.
Louis Nathaniel: born 6 pounds, 12 ounces; 19.5 inches long; 9:10pm on 03.23.14.
He looks much much like his brother, but he’s smaller, somehow delicate looking, and maybe calmer too. Time will tell. For now, these. Our sweet new son.
Skin-to-skin (under my tank) shortly after his birth. In addition to being an Amazonian-strong laboring woman, my wife took this photograph. She has layers.
Pomo. Louis. Brand new feet.
Their first meeting. Bram could not stop grinning. And kissing. And loving. It was… it was magical. While he was here, my fears all but disappeared. I want to go home.
A real birth story to come soon.