I went to the hospital Thurs. at 1pm, was induced at 2, labor started at 7, and Kyle Joseph was born Saturday, November 17 at 1:53am, 9lb, 4oz, 20 1/2 inches long.  We got home Monday afternoon and we are enjoying our new family.
My mom was an entire paparazzi and has a million pictures (and still adding) on our gallery. . .

You know, I thought I was prepared for motherhood…everyone tells me that you can’t imagine that feeling of being a new mother and the love that you instantly have for the baby.  I thought I understood, but I didn’t.  I have never felt so in love with anything in my entire life.  And to watch Justin holding him and the way Justin took care of me through it all…I feel like I’m falling in love with him all over again.  Some weird things I’ve noticed, though: Before, when I would look at baby pictures, I’d be like, “oh, cute!” and give them back.  My mom showed me pictures of Kyle, and I can’t take my eyes off of him.  Before, when I’d hold a baby, I’d shove it away from me as soon as it got fussy or started passing gas.  Now, as soon as I hear Kyle cry, I want to grab him away from everyone and just calm him down and make it all better (sometimes, I cry with him).  Before, if the phone rang, I’d run to grab it.  Now, if I’m holding Kyle, there’s suddenly something more important than anything else in the world. 

I was a little worried about not knowing what to do (my first diaper change ever was Saturday morning when Justin showed me how).  I would dream about forgetting to take care of him on days on end, etc.  Everyone told me that it just comes naturally, and they were right.  When he’s crying, I already know exactly what to do for him.  My instincts are on overdrive!  (and I LOVE it!)