Birth Story (or I guess a foster story)

Yesterday morning was a crazy and wonderful day... needless to say I woke up at 5:45am wide awake and ready to go. We headed to Philomath to purchase a new dresser for the nursery first thing in the morning. It is beautiful! Then we headed home and cleaned, cleaned, cleaned.

Baby K's room

New dresser from Craigslist

 

I was so nervous to pick up K.  I had that diaper bag stuffed to the brim and then some in the baby car seat! I wanted to take pictures so bad for the memories, but there is always that awkward fine line where you know people are thinking, "that's not her baby. It's just a foster baby. Why is she acting like it's hers?" Okay, so maybe people are not thinking that, but that is always the way that I feel!

So at first we were trying not to be so obvious with our pictures, but in the end we ended up really not caring. The nurses were super nice!

We got to the nursery around noon and immediately were able to hold him, rock him, and feed him. He is a good eater and a great snuggler! I bought him that little hat he is wearing and we were even able to change him into a little going home outfit.

My mom is holding K in the picture below and Jason is holding my nephew Brock. For those of you who have not heard the story, baby K was born the same day as Brock and they shared the same nursery! I was there in the hospital when he was born and didn't even know it. I got the call from DHS a few hours after Brock had been born and Jason answered the phone. He mouthed to me that it was DHS and I immediately knew what that meant. "How old?" I immediately whispered back. "Newborn. Mom is in labor now! Here at this hospital!" A fluttering immediately began in my stomach and I thought can I go through this again? Is this going to fall through like the last baby we were supposed to get?

So we said yes, but I commanded myself not to get my hopes up and I made everyone in the room swear that they would tell no one about this.

And here were are now. Forever God is faithful.

Baby K left and Brock on the right. My mom was in heaven!! She kept telling everyone she had twins!

We left the hospital a little bit before 4pm and I could not believe how baby K's car seat swallowed him up! We headed straight to the Rices to meet Jason's family, my dad and my sister.

On our way home!

Everyone was so excited to see him... he was held by all and snuggled even more.

Papa holding his 2nd grandson

Auntie Kenzie (the photographer who took the gorgeous photos in the last post)

Uncle Josiah

He slept so well last night and although he woke up about every two hours, he just made soft sweet sounds like he was just so content.

I am absolutely in love. And you know what? I am fine with that. He can have all of my love for as long as I will have him. He absolutely deserves it...