So much for the latest preggo update posts I had in draft, the home birth prep posts, or even our latest maternity shoot shares I had planned for this week and all rest for the next… Instead,today,Im taking a very quick timeout from the deep,dark motherhood trenches of newbornness (so in truth I have no idea how cohesive or readable this post actually is), and am introducing you to our brand new daughter…And really, in the light of day, it’s all that matters in any case,right?. So…
It is with immeasurable joy that we’d like to introduce you to Yuriko-Mae, our sweet little #rainbowbaby who has been greatly anticipated by us. And who,according to Morgan-Lee,smells like chocolate chip cookies. What a gift she is!
She came with the thunder and is now snoozing up a storm.
She is a tiny little fingy – I really can’t get over how tiny she is…she’s short legged with some chub, and just too beautiful – yes,Im biased and I don’t really care. She takes my breath away and makes melt into a ridiculous puddle of emotions everytime I gaze at her. And often when I catch her reflection in the mirror, her tiny frame, snuggly nestled into my neck and draped over my shoulder, her warm breath against my skin confirms all that we’ve longed for,is here right now. Our blessed little rainbow after the storm.
She was clearly in a rush.. coming in at the end of her 37th week… not at all like the 39th week as her sisters did. (Although,since 35 weeks, I kept telling Mike, what if she decides to come early???? Isn’t it crazy how somewhere deep within our subconscious,we moms know what’s up?) Anyhoo, I had only just taken maternity leave and had lots of things planned this week, like the nursery, cleaning the house,… actually doing some HypnoBirthing prep for her (I kept telling Mike how unprepared we were for this birth compared to Parker-Grace’s and that this 38th he and I were gonna really get to it… famous last words)…I also intended BUYING her some freaking clothes(!!!!) -poor child is working on her sisters handme downs for now that my mom managed to wash on her day of birth…and oh, I was also planning on getting some sleep!!
But such is life and birth, not our call to make. and madam decided it was time. And that’s all that matters. I mean, between Marysol and I, we did jokingly ask Yuriko-Mae to hang tight over the past weekend (while M would enjoy a getaway and I would finally get all my home birth supplies)and that if she really wanted to come,to only make her debut the Monday. Little did we know how well she was listening. Girl was prompt!
She’s sleeping cosily on her daddy right now, and instead of also sleeping I’m writing this… knowing I might regret the missed sleep, but also knowing I might regret not writing and recording these bits too,only for time to launder my memories and leave me longing for the little details.
Speaking of which, if you haven’t been following the back story, come find us on Instagram. traxgport and @marysol_cptbirthphotoger. Marysol not only did an amazing job at documenting the day for us,but also did a LIVE birth story coverage over on Instagram (yes,LIVE!) for a truly intimate, (almost) real time and honest sneak peek at what a home birth looks like.
She and I share in a passion for empowering women to #birthwithoutfear. To know and look excitedly forward to the day of birth as one that can be beautiful and joyous – not with anxiety nor fear. She would be the only one I could trust with something like this. And if you ever met her, you’d know exactly why. But more in all of that later. For now, go check it out!
I’m sure I’ll share the birth story itself with you.. eventually..but for now we’re taking this baby snuggling to the moon!!! Her little family cannot get enough of her right now. The girls are amazing and each doing their own part as big sisters to make her feel loved.
Also,just to keep things real,this newborn trenches thing is never glamorous. I already have busted nipples and breasts are engorged. Im hand expressing into a tiny glass bowl and oh, I just randomly tore a ligament in my other knee last night – the very night my mom went home. (So try doing three kids,incl a newborn,alone at home,at night while not being able to walk.
I hit day three yday where the hormones shift, the milk comes in, my oversupply of milk ensures the baby has winds for days and, you just know the wheels are gonna come off…But such is my journey. It ain’t my first rodeo, so least I don’t feel lost and without a clue…well mostly.
Till then we’re just drinking her all in…and things will probably be quiet around here a bit…