I should have known it wasn't going to happen as planned. The night that I went into labor (6pm Sunday, January 27) I had just finished off an enormous bowl of chili topped with cheese, chopped onions, and sour cream. (Oh ,yes- we saw that chili again. And again, and again, and again...)
And.... the spitting image of his father:
Welcome to the world, little Gray.
The brief, relatively painful but bearable childbirth I had envisioned for myself was quickly replaced by 30 plus hours of back-breaking, bone crushing labor (including 3 hours of pushing with the epidural off, vomiting on the operating room table, and an abdominal incision the length of my foot).
But it was all worth it at 3:10 am when Graydon Joseph Byrne emerged screaming from my belly; swollen, redfaced, and with a full head of hair. Ten fingers, ten toes, a cute button nose (where the hell did that come from)- totally perfect:
And.... the spitting image of his father:
Welcome to the world, little Gray.
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