Goodness Grayson

Ok.  So, here's the deal.  After three days and four nights in the hospital, we're home, and we have our new little friend with us. Grayson was born at 5:37 p.m. on Thursday, December 9, and in case you didn't know,  he's awesome.

We went to the hospital at 1:00 in the morning on the day Grayson was scheduled to be born in order for the doctor to induce labor. It was a long night but an exciting one for us both. Once she was induced, Jenny labored more than 12 hours before it was determined that she would need to undergo a c-section.

Now, let me just take a second to say that while the tone of this blog is intended to be funny and light-hearted, there are some serious things that need to be said.  One of those things is that Jenny is amazing.  Granted, I am impressed with my wife on a daily basis as it is, but the way she handled this day was extraordinary.  I can't say enough good things about her. However, I will say that I am extremely proud of her and proud to be married to her. 

Another thing that needs to be said is that we consider ourselves extremely fortunate for having a healthy baby.  While we were in the hospital with Grayson, there were nineteen babies in the intensive care unit.  A healthy baby is such a blessing. Anyway, I apologize for the sappy stuff, but it's all true.

So, like I said, we are home and settling into the routine of having a newborn in the house.  Wait, did I say routine?  That's not quite right. It's not really much of a routine at all.  Every day is drastically different from the last, and the nights are . . . well lets just say the nights are interesting.  

In the previous post I mentioned that I have no clue as to what I am doing as a dad.  That remains true, but I'm learning some important skills on the fly.  One such skill is changing diapers. Until I worked up enough courage to change one of Grayson's diapers, I had never changed a diaper in my life.  Not one.  Want to know how many I've changed now?  793.  I knew there would be lots of dirty diapers, but I had no idea it would be to this extent.  The boy really likes to poop.  

Speaking of poop, for anyone who doesn't know or who may have forgotten, the first couple of days after a baby is born the poop is pure evil.  It's a thick, black, tar-like, unfathomably disgusting mess.  Needless to say I was not prepared.  Thankfully we've moved past the evil poop stage and are on to just lots and lots of semi-regular poop.  Lots.  

Well, that's about it for this post.  As I write this, Grayson is already six days old.  It doesn't seem possible.  The days and nights are requiring lots of work, particularly for Jenny, but they seem to be flying by.  Looking back to Grayson's birthday six days ago,  I can say with certainty that it was the most emotional experience of my life.  The love a parent feels for their child the second they enter the world is indescribable.  I had no idea.  I'm thankful he's here.