Hudson Had Colic

For some I could just say "Hudson had colic." and they would understand.  For anyone who hasn't experienced it, there is no clear cut way to define colic. The only way that I can describe it is like this: "Imagine taking a cross country car ride with an emotional, volatile, unpredictable stranger that has clearly missed their meds. You are not allowed to stop the car and have no idea how long it will be until you reach your destination. You don't have a map, the emergency brake doesn't work and you do not control the door locks (meaning that you can't jump out while the car is moving...and you want to). There is also no drinking while driving (duh). When you ask them what is wrong, they can't tell you. When they have an emotional outburst, you can't stop it. When they can't sleep, you won't either. Eventually you find yourself crying when they cry. Everyday you wake up wondering if you are closer to your destination, or if while you slept, they drove the car back in the opposite direction."

People told me almost daily that his colic would "get better real soon".
Then it was "Hmmm....how long has he been like this?".
"He has to get better eventually."
"Have you talked to his doctor?"
"It can't last much longer."

While everyone was just trying to help, there wasn't much that anyone could do for more than a few minutes. Insert sad song and tears. I'm not sharing this for sympathy or an "atta girl" for getting through it. I just want people to know that it sucks, sometimes for what feels like forever, but there is a light at the end of the (possibly very long) tunnel.  Once you reach the other side, it all just seems like a bad dream. One that makes you a little stronger, a little grayer, a little more patient and definitely more appreciative of each day that child wakes up their happy new self.

Colic is difficult and sharing the experience with friends and family is a must. Even though they can't fix it, they can be your outlet, your distraction, your shoulder, your sommelier...whatever you need.

First Photo Session

I'm skipping a few posts that I need to write. I had to share these amazing pics that Bree captured of Baby Johnny his first week home. Too precious!! I may have to do a few posts so I don't drag this out. There's too many great ones. Thanks again Bree!!

 

 

 

First Family Pics

Here are a few of his first family pics at the hospital. I was amazed at how many people came to welcome him into the world. Everyone was so excited! It was hard to get the new grandmas to share with everyone else. ;0)

  

 

 

 

Newborn Pics

Bree came over yesterday and took some newborn pics of Baby Johnny at 9 days old. They are going to be so precious, but she sent me this pic to hold me over. I can't stop staring at him and this angelic photo. I heart him.

Going Home

We are getting to head home after 3 nights in the hospital. Since Baby Johnny was born 15 days early and had a hard time latching on to feed we had to stay a few extra days.  Now it's time to go home. We had a few scary moments during delivery when his heart rate dropped, he came out with the cord around his neck and some muconium that needed to be sucked out.  Everything turned out fantastic! He is so beautiful. Our midwife and nurses at Kaiser were amazing and helped us deliver a healthy baby boy.  Now....let's go home....