Metal Meredith

Here we are at the almost one month milestone of the birth of our dear Henry. I am not yet feeling sentimental about the birth and time flying past me because I am still dealing with lack of sleep. This is why you will not find a detailed entry about my birth story on my site.

I will tell you that it was one of the strangest things I have ever done. Giving birth to Vivienne was empowering and life affirming. Having a baby pulled from a slice in your abdomen didn’t give me that same feeling of euphoria, but did feel just as pleasant when that 9 pounds was removed from its place on my bladder. The recovery was more annoying, only because I felt like an invalid. It is quite interesting that at 34 and after having 2 kids, it is no longer humiliating to have someone wipe me down from head to toe while I bend over to brush my teeth in recovery.

Now that Henry has been home for a few weeks, I have been lucky enough to hear everyone exclaim how much he looks like Phil. Yes, another baby that I carried for 9 months that looks just like Phil. Maybe one day, one of my children will resemble me in something more than their bad attitude. Until then, I will have to just thank the universe that I think Phil looks good to me and there are things much worse than having kids that look just like the man I chose to marry.