Born: Sunday July 11th 2010. 9:03 AM. 8lbs 15 oz. 21 in
It has been three months since Santiago was born, and already my memory has started to fade. I can't remember what it felt like to be pregnant at all. I don't recall where my back ached, I can't even picture my swollen belly. My memory of the pain of childbirth is already so dim that I feel like I could have seven more babies, right this instant! Oh can I, please? I've already asked my husband when we can start trying for another one, and he rolled his eyes so hard at me that his eyebrows nearly fell off his face.
But still smoldering hot in my memory are those first few days at home. Oh, but those first days with a newborn are like warfare. Bruised and bloodied on the battlefield of delivery, my body torn and sore, exhausted and aching from every muscle; even as my eyes drooped from the fatigue I couldn't force myself to sleep. I had to catch his every expression, memorize the outline of his chubby cheeks before they changed any further, be alert for every second of his perfect little life. He would latch on and my toes would curl through the initial pain, until slowly I was relieved, I had never felt more alive.
Today I look back on those days--those fantastic, frustrating, horrible, aching, incredible, joyful days--and you know? I can't wait to do it again.
this concludes the birth story of my son, Santiago.
But still smoldering hot in my memory are those first few days at home. Oh, but those first days with a newborn are like warfare. Bruised and bloodied on the battlefield of delivery, my body torn and sore, exhausted and aching from every muscle; even as my eyes drooped from the fatigue I couldn't force myself to sleep. I had to catch his every expression, memorize the outline of his chubby cheeks before they changed any further, be alert for every second of his perfect little life. He would latch on and my toes would curl through the initial pain, until slowly I was relieved, I had never felt more alive.
Today I look back on those days--those fantastic, frustrating, horrible, aching, incredible, joyful days--and you know? I can't wait to do it again.
this concludes the birth story of my son, Santiago.
Can we see more newborn pictures now?
I thought you'd never ask!
