Logan Charles
Born on a cold, wintry day during Cleveland's first snowstorm. Tuesday, December 7, 2010 at 3:37 PM. He is a peanut, weighing in at 6 lbs, 9 ounces and 18 and a half inches long.

It was a long and difficult two days. We went in at 6:30 AM on Monday to be induced. My pitocin drip started at 7 AM and my OBGYN gave the in-house doctor orders to break my water. Logan had other plans, and remained at a -2 position all. damn. day.
Twelve hours of pitocin and HORRIBLE BACK LABOR, and the day ended without a baby and Cervadil, along with an overnight stay at the hospital. I was emotionally and physically drained. We had taken the girls out of school for the day, both of our sets of parents were there and NADA. It was so frustrating and upsetting, but because of my pre-eclampsia, my doctor told me that Tuesday I was having this kid either way.
The next morning, I showered, ate, they started my pitocin again and BY GOLLY, Logan had dropped far enough that we were able to break my water.
Which meant my contractions began IMMEDIATELY. And were so horrible that I decided to get my epidural.
God bless the man who invented such a wonderful drug. I was able to nap all day and my contractions were increasing without my knowledge, lol. Around noon, the nurse checked me and I had gone to 7 CM. The pressure started increasing and when I was checked an hour later, we were ready to roll., Two hours of pushing and I was exhausted and he was not budging, With a little assistance from the vacuum, out he popped, crying immediately.

I was surprised at how teeny he is. C and I are by no means little people, and I was expecting a bigger baby. But as soon as he was given to me, I was immediately in love. And I can not say enough about my amazing husband. He was the perfect partner throughout the entire process, and was amazing at keeping me going when I just didn't think I could do it all.
Here are some pictures of the little man:
After his first bath, when our awesome nurse put him in this stocking:

HIs first feeding (holy mother of pearl, I look terrible. And FAT):

With big sister, Alexys:

With biggest sister, Jamie:

Taken the day after he was born:

In his fuzzy polar bear jammies:


We head home on Thursday. And I am not ashamed to admit that we had him taken to the nursery both nights we were in the hospital. We are formula feeding (more on that later) and I honestly just needed some sleep so that I could function. And so did C.
This holiday season has brought us our miracle and I feel truly beyond blessed. I was definitely not the world's happiest pregnant lady, but every bit of suffering was worth it in the end. Logan is a gift from God, and I will be sure to count my blessings daily.