Needless to say, I’ve given up on sharing my entire labor story with you all (ask me if you want details, otherwise I’ll spare you the long story) and have decided to continue posting smaller, more manageable posts to keep you all up to date with our busy, but wonderful, lives. I do want to say one thing though...and that is that I couldn’t have survived labor and delivery without Scott’s endless love and support throughout the painful process.
He never left my side, and although it was difficult for him to see me in such a pitiful state, he never waivered. He was right by my side, helping me through each and every contraction, giving me encouragement and helping me be strong. I’m a very lucky young woman to have such an amazing husband! I also don’t think either of us could have survived without the presence of my sister, Caren.
She served as an unofficial doula for me, wiping my forehead with washcloths, helping me through contractions and making suggestions to try and ease the pain. She was a rock, and really helped me and Scott in more ways than she will ever know. I'm hoping that eventually the memories of the unbearable pain and the long recovery process will fade (people swear to me that you forget about these things - but I haven't yet!),
but the one thing I know will never leave my memory is the incredible feeling of relief, joy and love that swept over me the moment Camden finally arrived and was placed on my chest. It's a feeling that is hard to describe with words, a feeling that I think only a mother can feel for her newborn child, a feeling that although I have not forgotten the pain of childbirth, somehow makes every last second of it worth it. This child is truly a gift, a miracle that we will always treasure.Camden is already 9 ½ weeks old and has changed SO MUCH in the short time he’s been alive! He is cooing and making so many noises, smiling, interacting with us and is just so much fun to be around.
He really is a good baby. He cries when he’s hungry (if he wakes up from a nap hungry, you’d better watch out…he makes his wishes known to the whole world!), or if he has a dirty diaper, or sometimes when he’s just so tired, but can’t calm down enough to fall asleep. But we have learned that this is just how he communicates with us! We’re learning the difference between his hungry cry and his gassy cry and do our best to meet his needs before he gets too worked up. It seems as though his favorite time of day is about 5:00 in the morning! He usually wakes up to feed around that time and just doesn’t really want to go back to sleep. Instead he sits up in bed, leaning against our knees, and coos and smiles the biggest smiles! Despite our complete and utter exhaustion, Scott and I can’t help but laugh and enjoy this special time with our son. Here's a picture of him at about 4:30am... 
Our life has changed greatly in the last couple months, but we couldn't be happier with all that God has blessed us with! Keep checking the blog for updates (I promise to be more consistent from now on!).
