We got to the hospital, fully intending to wait around for the contractions to get closer. But the doctor said I was ready to give birth immediately and rushed me to the operating room! I was so glad I went to the hospital right away because natural childbirth was NOT what I wanted to do with my life. The doctor was just as surprised as I was at how fast things had gone. But no one was more glad than I. Not only would I not have to be in pain for hours and hours, but also I could meet my little guy sooner!
Last night, as my head hit the pillow, Ali said he’d come up with the best name. I was relieved because I didn’t want to be stuck at the hospital clicking the dice roller flipping through the baby name book. He suggested naming him after our fathers! That was such a sweet suggestion, I cried. And he shall be called…Luca Winston Murillo!
I swear the world paused on its axis when I looked into my son’s brown eyes for the first time. I saw pieces of myself, and it was the scariest yet most magical experience I’ve ever had. Far more magical than new love, first kisses, woohoo, and even Mommy’s hugs.
I will never forget the look on Mommy’s face the first time she held him. It was one of those moments you wish you could freeze and dwell in for a moment. But it was hard to stay present. I kept wishing my daddy were here to meet Luca, but also feeling grateful that Mommy was still here. I can already tell I’m going to have zero access to my son for the next few days. I’m ok with that. Mommy needs all the moments she can get.
