We stayed in the hospital for three days after Nash was born. The hospital staff would come in and out of our room frequently to catch a glimpse of the 11 pound baby and his parents. I saw one doctor point to our room as she walked by and say loudly to her colleague, “That is the room with the 11 pound baby!” This is where the jokes began. My mother-in-law would say, “He came out with a diploma.” One nurse said, “When he was in the nursery he looked like he ate the other babies.” I would get strange looks and the question I knew would inevitably follow, “You had a c-section, right?”
Nash would lift his head and look from side to side. It was crazy! When my mom saw this she was convinced he was two months overdue, and that my doctor had gotten my date of conception wrong.
Todd was beaming with pride. His record breaking big boy. He told me that when the doctor said Nash was over 10 pounds, he prayed he was over the 11 pound mark. He would hold Nash and they would just stare at each other. People had told me, and I found it to be true that you fall more in love with your husband after you have a baby. He did things so out of his character. He is very squeamish. When I was in labor, he gave me the bed pan if I felt the urge to pee. Just when I thought wow, he is stronger than I thought, he emptied the last one that was mostly blood, looked at me with a pale face, trying not gag and said” I’m not gonna lie, that was a hard one.” He walked with me after surgery, made sure I ate, and practically gave me my first shower post Nash. He was incredible; making sure that not only Nash got his attention, but I did as well.
One of the night nurses fell head over heals In love with Nash. She would ask if she could take him for a minute and three hours later she would return with him, apologizing that she had to take him to visit the nurses on the other floors so they could get a look at him. She said, “he is such a mellow guy…those cheeks, those toes, and oh that dimple.”
The hospital has a lady who takes pictures of newborns. We tried to put him in the newborn outfit we had bought. Let me tell you, there is nothing funnier than seeing first time parents try to dress their baby for the first time, especially when they are trying to stuff a huge baby into an outfit three sizes to small. We managed to get the pants on…it looked like he was wearing spandex. We laughed so hard. When we went to put his shirt on (which would have never happened by the way), the photographer said, “let’s just take the pictures with no clothes on.” Then she gave our little Nash a look that I interpreted as, I’m so sorry this was the hand you were dealt with for parents.
We were finally ready to take him home. I told Todd to get the car seat. He asked me why and I said, “They won’t let you take the baby home if they don’t see him strapped in.” He said, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be the only idiot carrying an empty car seat in here”. This is one of the many reasons I love my husband . We strapped him in, Gave each other a look of “oh shit we are on our own” and headed out of the hospital. Todd grabbed the car seat in one hand and my hand in his other. He looked at me and said, “Let’s get this big guy home!”