First Road Trip Home

I started writing August's birth story (read Part I here), but after waiting almost six weeks for time to write it, I finally came to the realization that I'll have to work on it in little bits at a time.

(This is just a small example of the huge learning curve of parenthood I'm on.)

This might violate some of your sense for order and chronology (and most of all, mine) but there will be daily life posts scattered between the birth story since I don't want to lose too much of life along the way just because I'm still writing the birth story.

Probably when I'm done I'll go back and paste the whole story together.

Until then sorry in advance, and here's to hoping Augy takes a few good naps so I can write!

In the meantime, here is a collection of photos from Augy's first road trip home.

He and I made the trip alone the weekend he turned one month old while Neal was out of town for work.  That drive was so scary and so liberating.

He was welcomed by country air, all four great grandparents, Grammy and Big Papa, aunties, uncles, and cousins, score!

The weather was absolutely gorgeous, and Augy took all his naps and bottles outside swinging on the porch swing or under the back pergola.

It seems like my Augy is a little country mouse, because he soaked. it. all. up.

As for me, I ate peach pie every day and got some naps in while my mom and sister snuggled Augy.

Being that I'm some combination of so tired, so happy, and I-don't- know-what-I'm-doing, the support of family has never felt more important, special, and needed to me than in these first days and weeks of motherhood.

It all felt so good that I ended up delaying my return to the city and staying for a few more days (Hello maternity leave, I love you!).

Can't wait to go back this weekend as a family of three for Labor Day!