The newest Falk has arrived ...
Tessa's offical announcement:
"After 3 years of trying, 9 months of "baking," 8 hours of pitocin-induced labor and 20 minutes (give or take a few) on the operating table, Cooper Michael is here and we're home!!
Our little guy (literally, he was born at 37 weeks) made his big debut Friday, May 18 at 4:08pm. He weighed in at a whopping 6lbs, 0oz and is 19 1/2 inches long."
And, her unofficial update to the "boss lady" (her nickname for me, which only she can get away with):
"Things here are fantabulous - I'm an official "dork" mom. =) I check the "poop chart" to see how the baby is progressing, get completely antsy when someone holds him too long, check to make sure he's breathing every 5 minutes and applauded myself this morning when I pumped enough colostrum (oops on spelling!?!) to fill a bottle nipple full.
You'll be happy to know that I worked with TWO lactation consultants and EVERY SINGLE ONE of the hospital's baby nurses to get this whole breastfeeding thing down (even Chris took notes, ta-he-he). We're still struggling a bit, but we're doing much better. Just waiting for the milk fairies to fill the jugs up, lol."
Can't you just hear the joy in her words? I got the chance to visit the family in the hospital. I am always in such awe when a woman becomes a mom (even though I've seen it many times with friends and have 3 children myself). It's such a miraculous feeling that first time you see someone after they have given birth ... the big tummy is gone and suddenly there is this little person bundled up in a blanket. Tessa looked great and her hubby was busy doting on her and the baby. They had that precious mixture of exhilaration and shock and complete love in their expressions. Like when the mind cannot keep up with the heart.
I miss her already, but am so proud to witness her blossom into a mother. Please leave a comment if you want to send her well wishes! --shelley