Welcome to the post about my son David. He is now 1.5 months old and I couldn't be happier. This is a bit cliché but having him was honestly the best thing that had happened to me. At first we contemplated between the names Lucas and David. Of course, my husband loved the name David and we had a bit of a back and forth when we decided on the name. In the end, we decided that David would be a nice name which means "beloved" in Hebrew. (don't ask me why Hebrew, I don't know, lol) :) I also was in love with the name Micah. But anyways, we settled on the name David. The day I arrived at the hospital, I was ready for a planned C-section. Even though I knew which day it was going to happen, I still got super nervous when we got to the hospital. Prior to giving birth, I had YouTubed a bunch of videos about C-section surgeries (I know, such credited sources of info :P). In most of the videos I watched, the women were very positive and mainly had great experiences with the C-section process. But here I was, totally scared about the whole surgery, mainly the needle part where they insert a big needle into your spine. I have read somewhere that sometimes it causes paralysis. Of course, that was the part that stuck with me throughout my surgery.
During my pregnancy, I had gestational diabetes and had to inject myself with some insulin 8 times a day during my pregnancy. So in a way I was also glad that I was ready to "unload". The day went by so fast and I could hardly remember all the details from the day. But I remember that the nurses and doctors at the hospital were incredible. The nurses in the surgery room let me know exactly what to expect each step of the way. Nothing caught me by surprise and the surgery felt very painless. The recovery process was the difficult part for me. The incision felt painful and itchy during the recovery period. I was not able to get out of the bed post surgery. My husband, helped me get most of the things I needed, so that was nice.
I stayed at the hospital for three days and then was sent home with my baby boy. He looked so tiny in the car seat.
It felt weird to just be brining a baby home with us. He didn't come with a manual or a step by step instruction book on how to take care of him. We were being left in the dark and had no experience as parents. I think that was the scariest part for me.
I was very nervous and felt like I wasn't ready. It was great to have my partner there to bounce ideas off of and to support each other. Of course, we sometimes fight about different methods of raising David and between the two of us, whose idea to go with. I was raised by a single mother, and I am still not sure how she was able to run a business while raising three children on her own. I am even more grateful to my mother now that I have my own son and know how difficult it is to be a great parent.
All in all, I'm so excited to grow old with my partner and baby. Our little family of four (including our cat named Cat) will stay strong and overcome obstacles together. I will be keeping a diary on this blog and I hope you will stick around.
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