****edited***** Christian is going to be 20 months old, so I need to finally post this! I'll add pics momentarily, but I am being crazy slow with this blog.
I have been working on this blog for months. I keep wanting to add to it, but instead I'm just going to wrap it up. Now that Christian is 6 months old, it is finally time to post his welcome blog!
Christian's Name
Christian is 4 months old today (now over 6 months), so it is fitting that I share his story of how he entered the world and his first few months as a very loved member of our family. Most people know that he was named after my beloved grandmother who died six weeks before he was born. Christian was her maiden name, and I told her when I found out that I was expecting our rainbow baby that I was naming him after her if he were a boy. She laughed and said she hoped it would be a boy then, making it her fourth great-grandson. It was fervent hope that she would meet him in person, but I know that she would be as smitten with him as she always was with London.
We chose "Phoenix" for two reasons. Like London, it references our love for travel, but it also has another significance, which is that the mythical phoenix is reborn out of its own ashes. Our miscarriage in November 2015 was heartbreaking, and I will never forget that loss of our second pregnancy. We also know that loss led to Christian's arrival, and every time I look into his smiling blue eyes, I am thankful for him.
Early Arrival
Like his older brother, Christian was ready to come early. I will say that with the exception of some painful heartburn during the last trimester, my pregnancy with Christian was smooth. I was nervous at every doctor's appointment, especially until I could consistently feel him moving, but physically it was an easy pregnancy and delivery. I found out that I was already dilated before we went on the Polar Express in Batesville the weekend before Thanksgiving. My goal was to not go into labor on the train, which I successfully achieved. I had one week of classes before exams and had told my students that I would try to make it to at least one class before having Christian. However, I did not get to see my students again.
The weekend following Thanksgiving we went to see the Christmas lights at Cottonplant. That night I started having contractions while Logan was gone on a call just like what had happened with London. When he got back home around 2am, my parents came over to stay with London while we went to the hospital. After remaining in observation until the early morning, they released me because I was not progressing. That day we went out for our Christmas tree just in case, and that night after the lights were strung and the ornaments were hung we got ready for bed, and I felt much better than the night before. No sooner than I was comfortable after reading London a few bedtime stories that my water broke. This time I knew it wasn't a false alarm. My parents came over for the second night in a row, and we kissed London goodnight, telling him that when we say him in the morning he would be a big brother.
London was born at 10:41 am, and Christian almost arrived at the same time. He waited until 11:19 am, mainly because I pushed longer with him. Still both deliveries were fortunately without complications. Christian was ready to join our family two weeks earlier than his due date. I had planned on sharing my birth month and even my birthday with him, but he wanted his own month and arrived on November 28, 2016 at 7 lbs 2 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long. When his nurse laid him on my chest it felt like I finally released my breath that I had been holding for the past nine months. The November before had been gut-wrenchingly painful, and for months I thought I would not experience this moment again. But I felt overwhelmingly joyful and at peace looking into his midnight blue eyes already looking back at me.
Over the next two days we had several visits from family and friends. London was super excited about Christian while visiting him in the hospital (although that would change after we got home with him), and we made sure to make him feel included with big brother gifts. Then we had some moments that stood out as unusual like having to evacuate into the hall for a tornado warning when Logan almost got trapped outside on a Mexican dinner run and when I fell in the bathroom after my left leg took longer to wake back up after the epidural. We missed London and couldn't wait to get back home with him, but we would soon discover that our biggest adjustment was yet to come.
Finding a New Normal
We weren't new parents this time around, but having a newborn with a four-year-old also presented new challenges. I felt myself torn in two trying to meet Christian's constant physical needs and London's emotional ones. Bedtime was definitely the hardest time for everyone. London realized the idea of a baby brother had been more exciting than the reality, especially since he hadn't considered having to share his parents. With time he has adjusted and has welcomed Christian into the family. London and I make time for us to do things just the two of us, and he has gotten closer with Logan. And the bigger and more interactive Christian becomes the more London enjoys his little brother.
Just like with London, I knew I wanted to nurse Christian. As a vegetarian, my milk production seems to be on the low-side, so with London I made it one month before needing to subsidize yet I managed to push it to two months with Christian. Another thing I learned from my experience with London as a newborn is that my boys just believe in co-sleeping. With London I fought it for four months and ended up sleeping with him in a recliner. With Christian I accepted that he would be in my arms, which he loves, and happily sleeps all night beside me. Christian smiles almost all the time and seems to be just a joyful baby. I think part of this is his personality and another part is that we are much more relaxed now than we were when we were brand new parents constantly afraid of doing something wrong. Also, we realize that the time goes by so quickly. Seeing London next to Christian is a constant reminder of how quickly babies grow up. This is another reason we will let our boys sleep with us for as long as they want to, but we may have to upgrade to a king-size.
I never knew I'd be a boy mom, but I love it. London says that I'm the queen of our family and that he and Christian are my royal guards. Christian obviously adores his big brother. His eyes follow him everywhere he goes, and he will smile at London quicker than at anyone else. Just last night, London read a book to Christian with his arm around him. I thought that London would instantly love being a big brother, but really it has been a role that he has had to warm up to. As he says himself, "I had you and Daddy for four and a half years by myself. I didn't know there would be a hard part." That hard part is learning to share our time but learning that does not mean sharing our love. It also means that he has grown up a lot in just four months. But I know that despite any challenges now balancing the needs of two boys, it will be worth it that they'll have each other to grow up with together and share their childhoods.
New Adventures with Family of Four
Next week we'll be ordering Christian's first passport because we have decided to take a semi-spontaneous trip to Europe in August. For me, if it's an international trip not planned more than a year in advance, it is spontaneous. Even in Christian's first four months we have had several adventures so far: church, Christmas lights, two trips to the Memphis Zoo, park trips, his first overnight trip to Huntsville Space Center; first holidays, and our first big family trip to Jekyll Island and Saint Augustine. (Since first writing this we have added a trip to Hattiesburg, St. Louis, Nashville, and 10 year vow renewal to Florida's 30A. I'm going to write more about these soon!)