The day I thought would never arrive finally did. On August 20th, we welcomed Oliver Wallace Lifferth (all 9 lbs 5 1/2 oz of him) to the world at 8:14 PM. Noah probably won't like that I'm posting a picture of Oliver when he's covered in goup, but I am in love with this picture so I'm posting it. This was taken right after my midwife handed me my HUGE baby. I was just in wonder that I'd been carrying him for the last 9 months--I don't care what anyone says, even though he's my third, the miracle of it all is still indescribable. I keep tucking him up in a ball trying to visualize exactly how he did fit in me--no wonder people thought I was expecting twins (note to readers: don't ever ask a woman if she's expecting twins, and don't ever say "you look like you're ready to have that baby any day" when she's only 7 months pregnant)!
This is my awesome midwife Cathrine who delivered Oliver and prevented me from tearing, even though I delivered a 9 lb + watermelon.
The proud and very brave dad Noah who got to witness another miracle, when he'd rather have sat in the lobby and been invited in after it was all over. Not once did he say "oooo gross"
Gabby falls in love with another brother (I think she's forgotten that at first she really wanted a sister).
"I like this baby" says Alex
We now have a family of 5--wow that sounds big!
Check out those cheeks! That was one tough head to push out-- my babies insist on coming out with beautiful ROUND heads and refuse to cone (great for pictures, bad for delivery).
The things I don't want to forget about delivering Oliver:
- Helping to pull him out (I know that will probably disgust a few, but it was amazing)
- My worry when the midwife said the cord was loosely around his neck.
- Being handed my son for the first time and being worried because he wasn't crying and he was a little purple--after the nurse sucked out his nose and mouth though, he let us know that he had a good set of lungs.
- Noah's concern that he was a little purple
- The sound of his first cry and how it relaxed every nerve in my body.
- The nurses all placing bets on how much he weighed after we got our first look at him (8 lbs 10 oz or under was the general consensus)
- The gasp of everyone in the room when he was placed on the scale and the numbers read were 9 lbs 5.4 oz
- Noah holding his second son and being so proud of his role in the whole thing (Noah liked to remind me every time I'd whine about being pregnant that when he was doing his part, he didn't complain)
- Being able to watch the Olympics while he was born (we don't have TV at our house, so that was an extra bonus)
- Telling Noah my new bra size when I got fitted for a new nursing bra and having him say, "can I tell the guys at work?" I said no.