Well, we are leaving for the hospital in just a few hours!! Yikes. We are both very excited and anxious...and I would say a little bit in shock. It is a very strange feeling to know exactly when you will be meeting your child! Crazy. We are just praying that he arrives healthy and safe and that the c-section goes smoothly. Taylor is excited to go and play with Emma at Lori's house - and then to go with Grandma Janet and play playdough :) She has been so cute and loving to me these last few days - I really think she knows what is going on. I got up with her at 6:30 this morning and ate my final meal of Raisin Bran and toast with her - and let Matt sleep until 8:30. And then he took Taylor out shopping and to McDonalds so that I could sleep. I have been really nauseous the last few days, so I don't sleep all that well, but it was still nice to rest. She came home yelling, "Mommy, we're home - come here - we got you presents!" They got me a nice care package of magazines, candy, gum, a journal, and a little Suduku (sp?) game book. Very nice - was also my suggestion :) Anyway, we will be posting pics soon of little Jackson! We have a bet going on his weight - I think he will be 8 lbs 4 oz - and Matt thinks anything 8 lbs 5 oz or above. (He wants a big boy....) My mom thinks 8 lbs 3 oz - and Natalie thinks 7 lbs 14 oz....we shall see.!
First outfit - the one that I wanted him to wear ended up being too small! I bought a collection of 3 outfits in Preemie size - dumb idea.
Taylor taking care of mommy - she wanted to sit with me in my bed.
Another picture of Jackson - day 2. He is such a cutie!
This is Taylor meeting her little brother for the first time. I am not sure what she thought about the whole thing. She seemed much more concerned with mommy's owies than with the baby. But it was a really cool moment for me to see her with him.
There is really no feeling as awesome as this! When they hand you the baby - and he is healthy and darling! He looked EXACTLY like Taylor did when she was born. It was such a huge relief to have him out and know that he was okay.
We waited in the triage for two hours before the surgery - I was really calm at first - but the more time that went by and the more nurses and doctors that came in and talked with me, the more freaked out I became! About 15 minutes before I had to go back, I decided that I had changed my mind, and I would much rather leave and go and get a cheeseburger instead :) (I am not very good at fasting.)
