Lessons Learned So Far for Raising Up Boys

The day my husband and I went in to find out the sex of our baby I was ecstatic. The weird thing was that he was kinda wanting a girl and I was leaning towards a boy. Not that it mattered either way it was our first child so we were happy with either. There was no doubt the technician said we were having a boy. A son for my husband I thought, I was in heaven. See I grew up in a house with lots and lots of girls. Six to be exact and to tell you the truth I was a little tired of dresses. Immediately after leaving the doctors office we went straight to the store and bought tons of little blue outfits. It never crossed our minds that they could be wrong about the sex.

Only four months into the pregnancy I had every football and baseball little boy suit there was out there it seemed. His closet seemed to be a sea of blue everything. His bedding, baseball of course. We were all set. Only thing needed now to fill the space was him. We finally decided on a name. The crazy thing is before we got pregnant we had at least three boy names picked out. We didn't choose either. We decided to name him after all three grandpa's. We were so happy. We couldn't wait until his arrival.

He started his arrival around 1:30 a.m. on a Sunday morning. I was sound asleep and all of a sudden "pop". Even though we knew it might be awhile we were running around crazy trying not to forget anything and making sure to call everyone on our list. Once we got to the hospital the hours seem to drag by. 1...2...3...4-10...15...20 still no baby. Finally, after over 30 hrs of labor our son was born. Perfect and beautiful and a boy just like they said. He was such a good baby. I was breastfeeding and he immediately took to the breast and fed so wonderfully. We only stayed one night at the hospital. We both checked out fine so we decided we could get more rest at home.