Someone has been taking most of my time and attention. I've basically become a one handed person - while one hand is almost always holding baby, I have learned to eat, Tweet and read the gossip pages with the other hand.
Typing blog posts has been a tougher hurdle. In case you ever wondered, the Blogger iPad app sucks, so I broke out my poor, neglected laptop just to introduce you to Mr. L.
On June 6 I went to the hospital to be induced. At almost 42 weeks, my child was showing no signs of coming out on his own. Who can blame him? This is a world where Nancy Grace and Donald Trump are rich and famous and people are stupid enough to believe they are worthy of attention. It's bleak.
The evening of the 6th (Friday) I was admitted and given the goods to get things going. For the next 24 hours I had irregular contractions, but otherwise wasn't making great progress. Also, hospitals are way boring, have terrible cable options and the food is vile:
Anyhou, 6 hours of epidural bliss later I had some more unpleasant feelings, and the doctor told me I was ready to go. Ah, sweet relief - not long now, right? Haha, wrong. My doctor told me that the pushing part usually takes 2-3 hours, but guess how long my pushing took? Guess. 6 hours. You want to feel like death? Try pushing for 6 hours. And having it accomplish nothing. After all that effort, my baby was still not willing to come out. I was given three options: 1) keep pushing. 2) have him vacuumed out, with the complications that can involve or 3) c-section. My doctor, to his credit and eternal patience didn't advocate for any of them, but wanted me to make the decision completely on my own. That's pretty rare in an OB, especially after he had been with me for 6 hours of pushing, and probably had other patients. I chose c-section. Not what I had wanted going in, but after 36 hours of trying to lure little Leo out, I had no more energy to keep going. And voila, L. was born Sunday, June 9 at 1:52 pm.
We've now been home since Wednesday (our wedding anniversary) and are adjusting to life with a new roommate. Izzy is none too pleased about this new addition, but he's getting better.
And that is where I've been these last couple weeks, so I hope you'll forgive my absence.