One Week Later...

I still can't believe my sweet little boy was born a whole week ago. I was supposed to get induced today and I can't imagine not having a little baby. He is just the greatest, cutest thing in the whole world. :) Things are going well, I got to leave the hospital pretty quickly and am just resting and recovering. Luckily this usually just means holding Carson, starring at Carson, rocking Carson - and of course feeding him, ALL the time. He is a quite the eater (which he could've gotten from either Aaron or me). He looks just like Aaron to me and I wouldn't have it any other way. I am so lucky that Aaron has had so much time off and my Mom and Dad came and have helped a ton.
So far Carson really loves his vibrating swing, being held on your chest, and Coldstone ice cream. Seriously, you should've seen this boy chow down after I ate that. :) I mean hey you've gotta give a baby what he wants right?? :) He is wearing preemie clothes and if it were up to me he would stay like this forever.

And a little more on the labor because I'm sure you're all dying to hear the whole story. I went to the doctor for my 39 week appointment. I was at a 3 but still hadn't had any contractions or anything so we mostly just talked about how I would be induced the following Monday. Then on the drive home at about the half way mark I had a contraction. I knew exactly what it was and it hurt. So I start timing they are about ten minutes apart and I call my mom (Aaron's cell phone is dead mind you). My mom tells me to turn around and come back so she can time them but I have no way to tell Aaron what is going on and my hospital bag was at my house and I thought ten minutes apart, I still have lots of time. Then about ten minutes from my house my water broke, my mom is freaking out that I'm driving during all of this. I tell her I will call my doctor, go home, wait for Aaron and leave as soon as he gets there. So I did just that and when Aaron made it home, about 15 or 20 minutes later, I threw bags at him, told him to get in the car that we were having a baby. At this point I'm 5 minutes apart. Of course we are leaving the house at 5:20, horrible traffic. Aaron is driving on shoulders on the highway, this is making me more nervous. Contractions are getting faster. Then we have no gas (I know it was crazy). So my mom met us on the highway, we jumped in her car and the Spitzers came and got our car, with Josie inside, and took it for us. By the time we got to the hospital it was about 6:45ish and my contractions are about 3 minutes apart. I got all checked in, signed a ton of forms, there was major confusion with my maiden name and finally resolved with this baby being called baby Carroll the whole time. (This did not make Aaron happy). Then they took me upstairs and it was epidural time. Oh epidural, how blessed you are. After that I was laughing, we started a show, life was great. Then shortly after that it was time to push. Then he was here at 10:15pm and he was so beautiful. I was lucky that my doctor was on call that night. Its amazing how you go through so much pain and all that but seriously after the baby is there you're like, oh it wasn't that bad. :) I remember saying several times, "I can't do this, I can't do this." but then on the way home from the hospital I was like, "I could do it again."