20 hours & 20 inches

Tomorrow, my baby will be a month old! I can't believe he is here, let alone a month old. Ill be honest, getting him here was a little more traumatic than I anticipated. You hear all these horror stories about labor and delivery being the hardest thing you'll ever do... But then you see all these moms walking around with their newborns and you see the billions of people in the world and you think, "Someone had to birth all of these people! It can't be THAT bad."
Well... Suffice it to say that I was NOT one of those moms walking around with her newborn! Walking wasn't even an option and I couldn't imagine how I would ever walk again...seriously! I went into the hospital a bit over-confident, but 12 hours of contractions before an epidural, 3 hours of pushing, forceps, a lot of scissor-use, 20 hours (total), and some screaming later; I saw my baby boy for the first time... And it was exquisite. Labor lived up to its (bad) reputation, but so did the immediate, unconditional, and larger-than-life LOVE for my angel baby that everyone told me would come. Holding Dax for the first time was by far the best pain medication they gave me. Myke was the ultimate hand-holder, pep-talker, push-counter, tear-wiper, and scream-listener any girl could ask for.
I'm the luckiest wife and mom.
Welcome to the world Daxson Michael Laws! I'll do 20 hours for your 20 inches any day!