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Lindsey Gives Birth! The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

By Lindsey Borchard

It’s been awhile since I posted and that’s because I have been relishing in this little cutie!

Welcome James Leonard Borchard who was born on May 25th at 8:51pm, 8 lbs. 9oz and 21 inches long.

Funny enough my labor and delivery were a piece of cake compared to my pregnancy. I was induced due to his heart rate dropping during a routine test 5 days before my due date.  I started the process Friday afternoon and was told I would be in for a very long delivery. By 1pm the following afternoon I was feeling very calm, and in not too much pain or discomfort, when I was checked and told I was almost 7 centimeters dilated!!! I had no idea! Within the hour I got the epidural, was then wheeled into the delivery room at 4:30pm, started pushing at 7:30pm and at 8:51pm he was here! I was surrounded by family and friends and James was loved unconditionally the second he entered this world.

It’s an overwhelming feeling watching your husband hold your baby that was inside your body just a few minutes before. It really made me realize there are greater things in this world then I know. Childbirth has given me a greater sense of who I am, what I can handle and how much love I have to offer. It really has made me a more complete human being.

BUT let’s be honest here, even though the delivery was all roses and butterflies, parenting, as been no walk in the park. I want to be honest here, as I have always been and let you know the first weeks, (ok few months) were not what I expected. You really don’t know how to prepare for the sleepless nights, breast feeding drama, and raging hormones that are streaming through your body. That put me in shock for the first 4-6 weeks. Even with being a nanny for almost three years I still felt like I had no idea what I was doing. I never experienced that amount of love and concern for one little person before and it was extremely overwhelming.

In my head when I was pregnant I thought of the mom I wanted to be… House cleaned, baby dressed cute, hair done, make-up on, and dinner made. I would have my mommy play dates and lunch with friends and life would be perfect. HA! If only I could go slap my pregnant self out of that dream world! I was WAY too hard on myself when none of those things happened and it almost put me into a depression. So now 8 weeks later looking back, my advice to all you pregnant ladies…Is to take one day at a time, surround your self with TONS of people who can help, and take in every moment. If things don’t get cleaned, put away or if breast–feeding doesn’t go the way you imagined it, it’s okay.  Be in the moment because those days will be long gone.

Now 8 weeks into motherhood, I am starting to get my little family in a routine and can sometimes make it out of the house with make-up on. I know some things will get easier and sometimes I will want to go to the hospital begging them to take him back. But in the end so far every sleepless, emotional roller coaster day has been worth it. Because when I hold my son with only 2 hours of sleep, and barf on my shirt, and he looks up at me with his big blue eyes and smiles, I know it’s his way of saying “I love you too mom, we’ll get through this together”. And right now that’s all I need.

Here’s a look into James’ first 8 weeks.

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