It's been almost a month since our little dude joined us, and since the holidays happened right after he arrived and tons of family and friends were in town visiting (not to mention postpartum healing and getting used to newborn life), I haven't had the energy to post an announcement here until now!
I haven't written out his birth story yet, and I'll probably share that eventually, though nothing crazy happened so it's not the most thrilling of birth stories. For the best birth stories, I will direct you to Indiana Adams who has the best and funniest birth stories of all time and makes us all look bad in the birth stories realm. Thanks a lot, Indiana. I jest. Indiana is hilarious and her birth stories really are the best. Enough about Indiana, though, this post is about Jack!
Jack Polaris Morrow made his entrance on the morning of December 18th after a pretty quick and relatively easy labor. He was about a week past his due date, which I thought was going to be the case. He was always so chill and cozy in the womb, I figured he would want to hang out in there as long as possible. I tried many a thing to get him to shimmy out. We went to a hockey game. We sang karaoke. We did zumba. We had a full moon (a supermoon, no less!). Eventually after a couple membrane sweeps and some castor oil (holy shit, that stuff is no joke. Talk. About. Cleansed.) I went into labor. It took some convincing for him to make his way out and I don't blame him, it's cold out here!
Dusty and him are already best buds and if he ever complains that his birthday is too close to Christmas I will take him to a Zumba class and show him how hard I tried to get him to come out sooner. And if he's still not convinced, I'll feed him some castor oil and see how long it takes before he has to run to the bathroom.