Yuri, my 10-11.5lb boy (haven't weighed him yet, but hes Definitely bigger than his 10lb brother,) was born 6 hours ago. His name suits him, he looks like a big gorgeous Russian sumo wrestler.
I'll write it all out eventually, but it was insane, intense, calm, and perfect. Completely perfect.
A total headtrip, and I really cant (and probably dont need to, as well, you guys have all been there) put it into words how intense it was.
My family is exhausted, so they're settling in for bed, but I'm pretty wired. I'm wearing him now, and he's moaning his soft sweet newborn moan.
His father was, without words, amazing. He never doubted me once, and everytime I looked at him - thrashing around like an animal at points - he just beamed with pride, smiling at me with such faith.
I tore. Ended up going in 3.5 hrs later, and the maternity ward nurses were really wonderful. I was in and out in an hour and a half, and instead of any sort of questioning or interrogation - I got many 'congratulations!!!' [Ended up deciding to heal naturally, only a 2nd degree, straight down tear. An unbelievable and marvelous friend drove half an hour to take me in. ]
AND I got a peribottle!
I'm off to go stare at my sleeping family.
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