Frodo has arrived

At last my tiny hobbit has made an appearance. On Saturday morning, Jason and I welcomed our firstborn son at home in our bedroom. Edmund Robert Nash came into the world after a week of labour and an hour of pushing. Pushing is definitely the good part. He is beautiful and perfect. My mom was able to be there with us as he was delivered. What a blessing the whole birth turned out to be for our family. The midwives were incredible, the timing was right, the place was perfect. And best of all, a week of labour was behind me forever, and I did not have to go to the hospital for medical intervention.

My two boys are upstairs sleeping now, but I think I'm going to wake the little one for a feed. Jason has been a natural at fatherhood and has helped me and coddled me and taken brilliant care of our son.

Thank you everyone for your prayers for Edmund's delivery, and for your continued prayers for my recovery and our getting used to being a three-person family. More photos to follow soon.

Two centimetres

I was going to update before this, but between working, moving, unpacking, and picking up people from the airport, this has really been my first opportunity.

My last day of work was the last week of September--and since then I've been trying to catch up on sleep during the day that I can't seem to get at night....it would help if I was comfortable for more than a few hours in any given position! :) But it's been a big relief to be off work and now I'm not waking up with pedal edema (swollen feet), so that's a positive.

My parents got here on Tuesday of last week (six days ago). It's been great to have them around--I think finally all of Frodo's laundry is done and folded and on shelves, the cradle is ready, and now we're just waiting on the little one to arrive. Anytime. They've helped with some other projects around the house as well, and Mom has made two lasagnas for the freezer and done some of the cooking every day. I've also been made to take a nap every afternoon. It's been wonderful! :) Dad took the hedge clippers to our three overgrown bushes, so even the outside of the house looks a bit more respectable.

I got the stroller from my pregnant friend at work, Kim, yesterday. I think that's everything we need. Except for labour to start.

Tuesday (same day my parents arrived) was my last midwife appointment, and I am 2 centimetres dialated, 0% effaced as of then. Wednesday morning I lost the mucus plug. And I'm still pregnant. I'm doing everything I can think of to get this baby out, and Frodo just wants to stay inside, switching from left side to right side again, all warm and swimming about without a care in the world. So much for going 2 ½ weeks early like my sister. Any suggestions?

Today we're headed down to Jason's parents for Thanksgiving. Apparently, my mom's labour started with my brother after a huge turkey dinner. Maybe it will work for me, too. Of course, her labour with me started at church on a Sunday morning, and that didn't work yesterday. But maybe something slightly more proactive and less situational will do the trick.

I'll keep you posted.