Hi there, Neglected Blog!
You were created by my loving, kickass husband in 2011 to be a place for me to share all the things I’ve created: invitations, decorations, ideas, anything. While my previous commitment to you has been less than ideal, I’ve decided to update you on my recent goings on and share my new, greatest creation: my son.
Almost a year ago, Jon and I found out that we were going to have a baby. There really aren’t words for that discovery, are there? It’s something you hope for, dream for, and yet when the day comes and you get the news you’ve been dying to hear… AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! Yeah, that’s about the best I can describe it.
Being pregnant was the best. From day one, you’re never alone. You get to be two people! My guy was pretty easy on me, which helped a lot – no sickness, just LOTS of sleepless anticipation. There were moments, days, and comments made that were tough, but all in all it was pretty much pure bliss. I fantasized about having a daughter, then a son, then a daughter… so grateful and afraid to display a bias towards one or the other, but deep down, I knew he was in there, my little guy.
I love names. It’s a little embarrassing, but I have had a “note” saved on my phone since 2009 with my favorites – all girl names and one boy. I knew my boy’s name. Dell. Dell was my uncle’s name. Although I never had the chance to meet him, I grew up hearing my father tell the sweetest stories of his kind older brother. My father loved the name, and if I had been boy #3, my name would have been Dell as well. My dad passed away almost 13 years ago and the name, in some (probably made up) way, makes me feel like my son and my father are connected. Luckily, Jon loved it too (thanks, Dell Curry) and that was that – Dell Ross.
Anyways, pregnancy was so beautiful and perfect (in a “I think I weigh more than my husband” way) until the end. Well, until the supposed end. My due date was January 19th. Dell’s birthday? January 26th. I am a VERY impatient person and I waited so damn patiently to meet this guy and… NOPE! Six days later I was resigned to the fact that Dell would never exit my womb on his own and I would be induced.
Side Note: This was the week of the “Polar Vortex” and my post term jitters coupled with massive cabin fever made me INSANE.
There was nothing left to do and nowhere to go, so Jon and I took a drive (to Chick-fil-a for an ice cream cone). About 2 miles into the drive my water broke! AHH! SO exciting and SO freaky. Jon scrambled to dial my doctor’s number, handed me the phone, and I promptly explained my situation: “Hi, I’m Kathleen Ross, I’m 41 weeks pregnant and my water just broke…” then a sweet lady responded, “Oh honey, you’ve called a car wash.” Yep.
Here’s my take on the next TWENTY-SIX hours:
Labor: Painful and super exhausting.
Epidurals: Thank the good lord above.
4 hours of pushing on a worn off epidural: I still got nothing.
Husband handing you your son: What labor??
Labor amnesia is real. Being given my new, crying baby, having him stare into my eyes, listen to my voice and immediately stop crying will forever be the best moment of my life. He knew me. Everything started making sense in that moment. Jon, me, Dell – this is it.
Honestly, he’s been damn near perfect ever since. Dell is so sweet. There have been moments (mainly all of week 2) that have been a challenge, but they are my issues, not his. He’s pretty easy and clear about his needs, it just took a moment for us to figure the little guy out.
It’s been 10 weeks and time is going lightening speed. It was scaring the bajesus out of me until I took a second and realized that it’s all just getting better and better, this life of ours. Thanks, Dell, for rocking our worlds. We are so dang lucky you’re ours.
I love you. I can’t wait to be there for every second of this journey.
(All photos are my own or the work of the lovely Lauren Gay Photography)