His first mug shot.
I'm writing this and Christian Penn is already 10 months old. So I've come out of the moment and this may not be exactly how I felt in the moment. I know my hips hurt. My back hurt very early on. I blew up pretty fast that my mom and I wondered if I had two. I hated the first trimester. No one really loves it. I spent the entire summer in the pool before he was born and I felt far to lazy all the time. That being said...I kinda always love being pregnant. I bond with my babies while they are inside me. I love to feel them kick and move and I love to think about our lives together.
He was a planned c-section. I go the only way I know how to go and have a baby. I hated this c-section. I could feel more of the movements and pulls than I cared for. It made me wonder just how quickly I might feel the actual pain of the surgery. Jason was so into watching it that the anesthesiologist took the role of calming me down. When they pulled him out and I heard his beautiful cry that was completely his own I felt tears forming in my eyes. Then I heard a nurse say "he has red hair!" I almost lost my mind. I LOVE red hair!! It's all I have ever wanted for my children. When she brought him to me...I didn't see red hair. But he stopped crying the moment I started to talk to him so I enjoyed that and forgot about the red hair claim.
Meeting his brothers for the first time. They were over the moon!
and so it turns out. He does have some red hair that likes to come shinning brightly in just the right light. :)
We love him. We love him! Oh, how we all love this baby of ours!!









