As I'm sitting here typing this, my son Logan is sleeping peacefully on his mothers chest.
For nine months we planned, prepped, arranged and then rearranged furniture. We couldn't go to a store without picking something out for the Baby. The first few months were the most frustrating, due to the fact we didn't know whether he was a boy or a girl. Once we found out though the flood gates were open. With all of our planning and new gained baby loot, we still weren't prepared for the boss level of pregnancy; the labor and delivery. Forty-two hours of labor contractions is daunting and brutal to watch, I can only imagine the actual feeling of it. At 12:22 on may the fourth of 2018, Logan stepped foot into the world. The stay in the hospital was another bonus round of Donkey Kong throwing barrels. Zero sleep for over two days, and then barely an rem with constant wellness checks from the nurses. Going home seemed like the last hurtle. With mom riding backseat with that lil guy we made it home. Its been a week now and this has been the most moving and truly loving milestones of my life