I was scheduled to be induced today, but Atticus Jon “AJ’ Wilson decided to come one day early on Sunday, June 24 at 1:15 p.m. — surprising me as I started having contractions at 3 a.m. and by the time we got to the hospital at 8:45, I was 7 cm. After an epidural (why was I scared?) and 2 pushing sessions, he came out, looking just like his brother. Noah but in the more traditional sense. A classic birth, pushing in a bed, with a doctor there to deliver.
Things have been emotional and busy — trying to take care of 2 children now, discovering how to breastfeed (it’s going much better, I can say we are breastfeeding, AJ loves it), mourning the loss of my relationship with Noah that will be forever changed but I love him more than ever. That’s been the hard part and when I cry, it’s usually about that — or the overwhelming sense of emotions I have now having 2 sons, my boys, my loves.