6:33 pm, he made his way into this world, 8 pounds, 5 ounces of squirming, squalling misery.
Like my labor with his brother, a slow start, but a dash to the finish. This labor was hard, and a little melodramatic at the end. The midwife came in a scant handful of minutes before he came out. The tub we rented for my water birth stayed filled with warm water but empty of me. I have never screamed so loud.
His name is William, and we call him Liam. More tomorrow, including pictures, but for now, there is this: a cupid’s bow mouth – not mine, not his father’s, so whose? Curly fine black hair, dark blue eyes that will surely darken, a pointed chin, a round baby nose. He is pink all over, a saggy baggy elephant with wrinkly folds of skin around his knees and longish fingers. I cup his tiny bum in my wide, large hand and think – this. Again.
Glorious.
congratulations!