Since my little man was my inspiration to start this blog I thought I should begin by introducing him.
Rhett was born 2 weeks early at 38 weeks. It was the most spectacular thing I've ever experienced. And the labor (which I'll do a post about on a later date) was not as bad as what I was anticipating. Everyone talks about how awful their experiences were, you know their horror stories, which makes you scared shitless by the time your 30 weeks because you don't want to go through something that awful. Well I think every birth is different and people should stop scaring the shit out of pregnant women.
I will tell you my husband was quite the trooper. Much more supportive than I thought he would be. Sorry but my husband just isn't good in circumstances where people are in pain or distress. He's way too sarcastic!
Our little man was tiny when he was born. I called him my little peanut even before he was born and it's true, he is my little peanut born at just 6 lbs. 3 oz. and 19 3/4 in. He's already growing like a weed though and I miss him being tiny (and easier to nurse without all of that strength he's aquired).
I loved him the moment I first saw him!
And seeing my husband with him just melted my heart. I knew he would be an amazing dad and seeing him with our little man just solidified that thought.
Instant love!
So there you have it! Our little peanut and the most amazing thing that ever happened to us!
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