He's here, he's here! He's...been here.

And he's perfect.

My little boy Gray will be one month tomorrow. A month! It feels like it was two lifetimes ago. I'm sure even longer for my Phinny Phin. Boyfriend had his world rocked and his head is still spinning.

I've been wrapping my head around writing this post for a while, but crap, I'm just too effing tired. Let's do this Mel style (aka the lazy way) and throw up some bullet points.

-blood pressure never could be put in its place. A couple million pills didn't help. Just made me incredibly useless as a human being.
-fibroids couldn't be tamed resulting in nighttime er visits with me begging for drugs. And lotsa percocet.
-bedrest. I suck at bedrest. It was a good thing though. I was getting to the point that when Jared dropped me off at work I would make him circle the blocks around my office for five or ten minutes while I cried and worked up the energy to go in.
-Ob decided to induce me at 34 weeks because my body couldn't be pregnant anymore. I cried when she told me I was so happy. I then apologized, which I do a lot around doctors, and she made me feel better by telling me I dealt well with a terrible pregnancy. I don't know if she says that to all her wimpy patients the size of commercial airliners, but it made me feel oh so good. I tried hard not to be the patient that complained. I chose to get pregnant knowing that it would be painful. But gd, it sucked.
-Baby was born and baby was a boy! A big boy! 5 lbs 6 oz big!
-I fell in love. The rest of the world did too. Even Phin. He loves his Gray, it's me he's pissed at. Sweet thing.

Then things got tough. Gray couldn't come home with us. What was supposed to be an extra day turned into three weeks. Three very long weeks where the magic onion rings of the hospital cafeteria lost all their power. By the end of his stay they were just crappy, fried food. Even nacho day lost it's appeal the third time around. Feeding your baby at 2:30 in the morning is sucky enough when you aren't required to wear pants. I just couldn't get away with an oversized t-shirt and granny panties in the hospital nursery. Don't judge, I just had a baby.

More on this later.

He's home. I am so happy. We are so happy. We have two perfect for us children. The very, very best little boys.