I was very worried because I felt as though I’d run two marathons and my energy was depleted. It was eighteen hours after labor started, and I hadn’t slept or eaten. I was ready to be finished.
Henry finally made his appearance at 11:20 a.m., weighing 9 pounds, 2.2 ounces! The doctor exclaimed, “Good God, he’s a chunk!” I wept dramatically and couldn’t believe how cute he was.
Henry is now almost six months old (he was born Sept. 2, 2006) and weighs well over 20 pounds. He’s my chunk, my love, my playmate and my best friend. It’s a cliché, but it’s true: nine months of queasiness, fatigue and exhaustion, followed by the most intense pain of your life, is rendered meaningless the second you meet your baby.
