I haven’t blogged in over a year. This is actually my first post in 2011, how sad is that? For those of you who have forgotten to remove me from your Google Reader and are still receiving this update, I am still alive and well here in the Northwest.
Big changes happened in 2011, a new Jones was birthed back in July by yours truly.
This 9 lb. 10 oz. whopper was born at home on the same bed on which he was conceived. (You had to know that, right? But I think it’s pretty cool.) The birth went smoothly other than the fact that he was trying to come-out with his head turned sideways, so there was this whole situation of him being stuck, wondering if he was breech, and me thinking I was going to die. After a lot of moving and twisting and screaming and crying, he changed position and came-out without complication. Sullivan Hillyer Jones.
Evelyne and Harris were decorating the house for Sullivan’s birthday, and they came-in our bedroom to welcome him as soon as he was born. They actually saw him and kissed him before I did (as I was lying on the bed in a state of physical shock), and Evelyne cut his cord. They’ve been obsessed with him every since.
Sullivan is 4.5 months old now, and I’m happy to report that he has redeemed my two previous experiences of hating the baby stage. My little redemption baby. He is a joy, and I am enjoying every minute of him being little.
Thanks to my two little friends, Zoloft and baby formula, our family has a happy mom for the first time with an infant in the house. I’m happy, he’s happy, and we’re all just happy! Another bonus is that sleeps! I’ve never had a baby who sleeps before. The night before last he slept for—wait, are you ready?— 13.5 hours STRAIGHT. I’m not kidding. When Evelyne and Harris were this age, I was waking-up with them on average 3-6 times a night. They were a crying, miserable, sleep-deprived mess, and so was I. But sweet Sullivan, he just does his thing, and it is wonderful. I earned this one.