Our Week In Pictures

I may be a bit obsessed with our little Graham...

Coming home from the hospital. Ignore the fact that I still look pregnant and like I've been hit by a train.

Day 1 of being home.

We love visitors.

Graham is very good at sleeping in his crib so far. Fingers crossed that it lasts.

He also seems to enjoy the car and sleeping with his hands by his face. In fact, it's really hard to get him to straighten his arms at all.

He's also discovered that he likes being on his side over his back. He has usually rolled to this position by the time someone picks him up after laying down.

Thank heavens for this seat. It has allowed me to get a lot of things done. Also, a special thanks to Grandma Pat. What would I do if I didn't live with my mom? She is always helping us, and even takes a shift during the night and stays up with our little guy. How lucky am I? I'm really dreading her leaving town next week. Volunteers to take over her position are welcome.

Despite what this pictures looks like, Graham is actually such a good baby! However, he does hate getting his diaper changed, taking baths, and being hungry. Occasionally he gets a tummy ache too, which I think is the case in this picture, and those annoy him as well.

He is already infatuated with his daddy. I won't get in the way of this best friendship.

Hooray for making it through the first couple weeks! I'm not going to lie, they were quite overwhelming for me. Luckily I feel like I know the little guy much better already, and I couldn't be more in love.

The Hospital

I got very lucky with my labor and delivery! I went to the doctor on January 12th (the day after my due date). At the appointment my doctor stripped my membranes, which she had done the previous week as well. I wasn't very hopeful about it since it had done absolutely nothing the week before. However, the second time was the charm, and I started having contractions around 7 p.m. that night. They were about 10 minutes apart for the next two hours, and then started coming every 5 minutes for the next couple hours after that. After being super uncomfortable, we decided to head to the hospital around 11 p.m. They checked to see how dilated I was, and I was only at a 1 (which I had been at for about 2 weeks). They were going to send me home, but decided to let me stay since my contractions were coming about every 2-3 minutes at this point (I'm so grateful, I was in so much pain!). By the time they monitored me, and got me in a more permanent room, I had been at the hospital for about two hours before getting my epidural (heaven sent). Right after the epidural, they checked me again, and I was dilated to a 5! I was progressing really fast, and was at a 10 within the next four hours. I started pushing at 6:30 that morning, and again, everything was moving really fast (they even told me to stop pushing at one point because they didn't have a doctor in the room and his head was about to come out. eek!). After waiting for the doctor for about 5-10 minutes, I pushed a couple more times, and Graham was born at 7:12. We loved our stay at the hospital and are so grateful to everyone who came to see our little babe while we were there!

We love our little guy.

Welcome

Introducing...

Graham Matthew Lloyd

Born January 13, 2011

8 pounds

20.5 inches

We instantly forgave him for being 31 hours late.

Dear Baby,

You have officially reached your due date. We have been anxiously waiting for January 11th to come for many months now. It has been so fun to bond with you for the last several months, but we are ready for you to meet the rest of the world. COME OUT! Your uncle Wyatt started a trend in our family to analyze everything in numbers. Here are some facts about the last nine months since you became part of our lives:

14: The number of weeks that I rarely left the couch (weeks 6-19). I was sick, tired, and couldn’t keep anything in my stomach.
13: Average number of T.V. shows watched per day at the beginning of pregnancy while laying down feeling miserable.
14: How many absolute plain baked potatoes eaten per week for the first 18 weeks (basically every meal). They didn’t even have butter. This is so not like me.
124: The number of mornings that Matt made me a smoothie or milkshake in the morning and had it waiting for me before I even got out of bed. At first I tried to add fruit to it to seem healthy (and called it a smoothie instead of a milkshake), by the end it consisted of ice cream, chocolate sauce, and ice. It was oh so comforting to my tummy.
1,921: Miles traveled at 19 weeks pregnant to get home from Atlanta, Georgia.
5,437: The amount of times I have cringed thinking about the smell of our apartment in Atlanta since arriving home. That smell will forever haunt my nightmares, and instantly makes me feel nauseous to even just imagine it.
2: Number of seconds spent feeling sad that you were a boy instead of a girl (even though I constantly joke about it). I’ve never seen that expression on Matt’s face, seriously. Pure and complete joy. I knew having a boy would be worth it if it would make him that happy.
2,045,092: The amount of conversations Matt and I have had about our feelings of having a baby. Whether feeling anxious, so excited we can’t stand it, inadequate, nervous, weirded out, blissful, or any other range of emotion, it’s pretty much all we talk about.
67: The amount of times I've wandered around babies r us to get ready for you. I could draw a map of that whole store in my sleep. I know where everything is, and what every aisle contains.
187: The number of times I’ve gotten cranky or annoyed at Matt for no apparent reason since being pregnant.
187: The number of times Matt has commented on how excited he is for you to come so that I will be the normal Eve again.
18: The years I’ve spent longing to be a mom. I’ve never been more excited about anything in my whole life.
5,439: The number of times Matt has talked about fathers and sons outings. He’s so excited to have someone to do “boy” things with.

As you can see, you’ve already completely changed our lives and you’re not even here yet. We love you, and can’t wait to meet you any second now. The sooner the better, please. :)

xoxo,

Mom and Dad

P.S. Here are some things we've been doing in the last month to pass time. Getting together with friends and family, preparing your bed and other things, and just relaxing.