My New Love

It's a boy!

I've been a little busy with my son the past few weeks so haven't updated this blog... that's right...Its a boy!

Vick and I welcomed our new baby boy on July 12th at 334am (I told you he was a party animal baby).  We've named him Caiden Sahil Chandra and he truly has stolen our hearts.  Caiden weighed 8lbs 9oz at birth (yes big boy)  just like daddy... ironically Vick was born at 330am (4min difference). He definitely has dad's features, as we suspected, but I know he will continue to change.

Although labour did last over 16 hours all together, he was well worth it.  All the anticipation and wondering when we will meet happened just one day before the set due date. I cannot believe this amazing journey and experience,  and now the real work begins.

Now I have officially turned mommy.  Caiden's mommy.

More posts to come, but for now I'm all about this little guy who has us quite wrapped around his little but long fingers.

Ugh love this guy.

You never truly know how much mom loves you

A long-time family friend told me recently,  "You never truly realize just how much your mother loves you until you become one yourself."  This is because you instinctively become prone to putting all needs aside and your child's first, no matter how difficult, what the sacrifice or what the consequence... your instinct is to nurture. It can be hard but a mother does it some way some how.  I am not taking away anything from the dads, don't get me wrong, I'm just giving a special mention to moms here.  This bond starts in the womb for a mom as she houses a growing baby that is changing her physically and loves the being causing that.

 

It's true...

 

However,  hot dang this heat wave and being in my 39th week is craaaaazy. My feet are really swollen,  uncomfortability is at an all-time high, sleep is tough at night,  going to the bathroom is my new hobby,  and I may be moody (but that's up to interpretation). So this is another reason why I now realize how much mothers love their babies; carrying them for nearly 10 months can be a challenge but well worth it and often repeated.

 

I loved all my pregnancy and have been lucky but I'm anxious and ready to see my peanut. Mommy is starting to miss her ankles and is driving daddy nuts (for some reason anything he does is so annoying or stupid in my mind).

 

We are officially one week away from the due date of July 13th. I'm hoping for a tad earlier, but I have a feeling peanut has his/her own agenda and will make their arrival when they are ready...true diva style like daddy (maybe making sure hair is just right).

 

In the meantime I rest, prep, eat, enjoy good company, walk, read, eat...oh yeah covered that...trying to look cute though I'm definitely not feeling cute, and hope to meet this little buddy of ours. As I do go out or see our family and friends, everyone is super encouraging and making me feel like I am great pregnant. So I realize this is a pivotal time to remember,  as I won't be prego much longer.

 

Hard to believe the next time I write I may be introducing peanut by name,  I hope!

 

Waiting.... not so patiently in the heat... let's go baby.