Lucas Joseph made his way into the world on Monday, August 5th at 11:40 am. I was already in love with this little guy before I saw him but once I held our little angel in my arms my heart melted. Completely.
I’ve been writing this post in small pieces over the last couple of weeks. Nate is so bus that it’s impossible to write while he’s awake. And, the only time I have alone with Luke is when Nate is sleeping. I haven’t been willing to sacrifice precious bonding time to get this post done. I know that all of you mommas out there understand that.
We chose the name Lucas because I love the Book of Luke. Joe and I like to have a long, or formal, name and a short name. So we call him Luke. Initially, we chose the middle name Michael but at the hospital Joe decided to give Luke the same middle name as Nate after their incredible Daddy. Joseph means “God will increase.” So fitting.
I have been in baby bliss these last few weeks. In fact, I consider these new days with Luke sacred. My focus has been on being present for him and making sure his transition into the world makes him feel safe, secure, and so very loved. Even though Nate is just 18 months old, I forgot how little he was. Luke has given me the chance to experience it all over again.
I labored for 15 hours before giving birth to Luke. Like Nate, Luke was brought into the world naturally with no pain medication. They didn’t even hook me up to an IV at the hospital. His birth was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
If you’ve never had a natural birth, the only part that is difficult is right at the end when the contractions get very intense and close together. The pushing takes away the pain of the contractions. The ‘ring of fire’ is crazy intense too, but as soon as baby is born it goes away. There’s no pain afterward. I was up and around quickly after both births. The hospital staff was very supportive but it was clear that they’re used to caring for women who opted for epiderals. The female human body was meant to give birth. It knows what to do and how to do it. The only thing I had to do was show up, stay present, and remain committed to my goal of a natural birth.
Luke is pretty darn laid back compared to Nate. He is a great sleeper and so far hasn’t gotten too upset when Nate is a little rough with him. It’s not intentional on Nate’s part; he just doesn’t understand ‘gentle’ just yet. He’s figured out that we love it when he leans in a gives Luke a kiss on the forehead. So, whenever he does he looks up and Joe or I with a big grin waiting to be praised. He’s going to be an amazing big brother.
That being said, the transition from an only child to a big brother hasn’t been the easiest for Nate. The first couple of days he melted down every 45 minutes or so. And, for whatever reason, after his nap continues to be tough for him. It’s been me and Nate for the last 18 months so sharing Mommy isn’t the most natural thing for him. Still, the four of us are learning how to do this together. Every day, or maybe I should say most days, get a little easier.
Being a mom of two is exponentially more difficult than being a mom of one. I’ve treasured every moment; even the very difficult ones when both boys are screaming and there’s no one around to help. I don’t necessarily love the moment itself but once it’s passed and everyone is happy again I love knowing that I was present to take care of my boys. Motherhood is a hallowed journey. It’s not one for the faint of heart, but it’s gifts are beyond measure.