On the night you were born

For a while now I've been contemplating how to write our birth story.  I could go over all the tangible details.  I could describe my short, yet intense 4 hour labor.  I could talk about the fact that I didn't get an epidural until I was 10 centimeters and had to sit hunched in a ball for about 45 minutes with Decker fully engaged and ready to go.  I could explain the point at which Knox decided he was going to be the first one out and tried to push Decker out of the way, or the point at which both of their heart rates dropped severely and I almost had a c-section, or the point at which, once Decker was out, Knox decided to flip around breach and my OB literally had to shove her arm up "there," grab him by the legs and pull him out (good thing I got that epidural, right?).

But none of that would describe what really happened, or the important part at least.  That indescribable and overwhelming joy that surged through me as I gazed my sons for the very first time.  The joy that only other parents can relate to, the joy that you can never really describe in its entirety to others that haven't experienced it.

This excerpt from a children's book is the closest thing I've found to explain what really happened the night of April 24th:

On the night you were born,
the moon shone with such wonder
that the stars peeked in
to see you
and the night wind whispered,
'Life will never be the same.'

Because there had never been
anyone like you...
ever in the world.

Heaven blew every trumpet

and played every horn,

on the wonderful, magical,

night you were born.

Catching Up

Almost 2 months after our boys were born and I'm finally getting back to blogging. Hello again :)

The last 2 months have been a crazy, intense whirlwind. Time seems to drag on ever so slowly, yet also slip through our fingers like water. Over this stretch of time we have:

-Given birth to our totally awesome, adorably hairy boys, Knox and Decker

-Moved from UW Medical Center (where we lived for almost 2 months) to Ronald McDonald House

-Witnessed Knox go through 3 surgeries, a week on ECMO (a super nasty and dangerous, but equally helpful bypass machine), a nasty infection, having his chest closed only to be reopened again a few days later, and a whole lot of other stuff in between

-Watched Decker go from itty bitty, snuggly newborn who can fart louder than either of his parents, to not so itty bitty, but equally snuggly 2 month old who can STILL fart louder than either of his parents ;)

Wow.

What. A. Ride.

Obviously this barely skims the surface of our last two months in Seattle. My hope is to catch up on all the posts we've been meaning to write, so that we won't ever forget the details of this crazy, scary, beautiful time in our lives.

I suppose the most natural place to start is where we left off, the night the boys were born.

Stay tuned...