A birth story continued

That first night after Canaan was born is quite a blur. I remember being exhausted,  having both sets of parents and siblings there to greet the little guy, a few feedings and a few diaper changes. The morning seemed to come really quickly and I was already anticipating all the visitors that would stop by and being able to announce to the public about his birth. 

We didn't name him till the next morning. Canaan had been a name that I had loved ever since I was in highschool, but Michael wasn't so convinced about it yet.  It seemed like such a strange name all of a sudden and we weren't quite sure if we would regret it in the years to come. But after reading a little bit more about the meaning of the name and reflecting on what Canaan meant in the Bible we decided we loved it. His middle names are after the both of our dad's, two amazing men who raised both of us to be the people we are today. I think it was by 10am on the 28th that we finally settled on his name. 

We had quite a few visitors in the hospital that afternoon and evening, it was so wonderful to know that there are people who care about you and are just excited as you are about the new addition. Canaan already has some

Pretty great not related aunts and uncles! 

That second night was deffinitly a lot tougher. Our wee man was having some

Tummy issues and was very gassy. I also don't think he was getting enough milk from me at this point either- but I really had no clue if that was the case or not. I was kind of shocked at how much the nurses leave you alone after you've given birth. I understand why they do, but I just wasn't expecting it. We both didn't get much sleep that second night, and we're really looking forward to going home hopefully that afternoon. 

Canaan got his heel poke done that morning and checked over by the nurses again to make sure he was doing okay. He passed all his tests and we got the go ahead to go home by the doctors. Our nurse insisted though that before we leave the lactation consultant would come in and make sure we were doing okay feeding wise. Which sounded like a good idea, and I was fairly confident everything would be okay. 

She came and watched us during a feeding and wasn't loving what she was seeing. I didn't realize that he wasn't latching properly and therefore not really getting anything. She gave us some

Tips and came back for the next feeding. The second one went so much better than the first, until she left. He seemed like he was done feeding so she left, but he continued to want more which lead to nearly a 2 hour feeding! I knew at this point he just wasn't getting it. 

They didn't wants us to go home because it was a long weekend and we wouldn't be able to see the public health nurse till Tuesday. But it was ultimately up to us because the doctors had given us the okay. We stayed for one more feeding which was a nightmare! He screamed the whole time and didn't latch once. I cried, he cried, all I wanted to do was go home and for his little tummy to be full! I felt very defeated and guilty because I had spent money on a nursing cover and a breast feeding pillow and had convinced myself I would never use them. And

If I couldn't breast feed than we would have to buy formula, and that to is expensive! But Michael was so good at encouraging me and letting me know that it really was okay. He also doesn't let me give up easily though, which I appreciate so much, I admit I can be quite the quitter some days! 

At 7:30 we decided Michael would go buy a pump and some formula just in case and that we would head home that evening. I was exhausted and was getting so tired of being in the hospital. I just wanted our own surroundings, and I knew I would be so much more comfortable at home. So the nurse got our discharge papers ready and gave us a bottle formula so we knew for sure that he was getting what he needed that first night at home. 

Leaving the hospital felt so good. Don't get me wrong, we had awesome nurses the whole time and felt very blessed by our time there! But home just looked so good at that point. It was such a neat experience putting him in his car seat for the first time and getting into our car and heading home, not just a couple anymore but as a little family of three. 

Being home has had it's ups and downs with night time feedings, but it's getting better. Michael was exhausted after a summer of camp then heading straight to a hospital where he once again got

No sleep. I think he has caught up a little bit now, thanks to having my parents around and taking the wee man so we can get some extra rest. But I think he's still tired, which I'm sure will take some

Time to get over. 

This whole thing has really made me fall in love with my husband more. Not only watching him be a daddy, but just seeing him take his role seriously as spiritual

Leader and having the support that he gives. Those first few days I was very emotional, I could cry on demand just thinking about how blessed I was to have the husband that I do. God has been so good. I realize even if we hasn't blessed with this little man and if things would

Of went a lot worse, God still would have been good. But I'm thankful today for how things have been going and for what he has entrusted to me so far.