Meet our Son

Here is our son. Now seeing as he is a III we can't really call him Sam, little Sam, big Sam, those names are taken by either his father or grandfather, we decided to call him by the Hawaiian name for Samuel: Kamuela, or Kamu for Sam. He doesn't always make this weird face, I think he was in mid yawn. And although he's only 2 weeks old, he can hold his head up all by himself for several minutes.

I find it amazing that someone could deprive me of my sleep every night, and yet every morning, I love him more and more. Bizzare.

I'm a mommy?

that's really strange to think about. I thought I would hold off posting to prevent hormones from making an appearance, but I have a feeling if I wait that long my son will be out of the house by then. I have never experienced anything like giving birth to someone. Not all of it was good, but I won't go there, because that's not what I want to remember. Right now my son is peeling and looks like a snake or lizard during the moulting season. As the doctor said, that's normal, he's been swimming for 9 months, he's dried out.

Sometimes, when the emotions are down, I feel like I can do nothing but fail at this. Other times, when the emotions are high, I think wow, what exciting adventures will we experience? Right now I'm kind of doom and gloom. In these economic times I wish I had millions of dollars so I could spend the time with my son and not worry about bills, but that's reality. And as my husband puts it, this is our hard times right now, and the good don't come until you experience some hard. We'll see. I should probably take a break from the news channels right now! I'm a mother now, I have to be strong for my son, I have to teach him to trust and not fear. I just wish I could do it without having to live it. Then I look at my son, and all my fears are gone, and I just see how beautiful he is, snake skin and all.


Samuel Kekoukaua Woodward III came into our lives March 17th 2009 at 20 inches and 6lbs 6oz

Since we last posted

You might not know this, but last Saturday I had to take a friend to the hospital because she was in labor. By far the funniest moment occurred when we were in the ER waiting room and the nurse came down and just stared at us. It took me a second to realize she didn't know which one of us was in labor, or, if in the journey to get my friend, another pregnant woman and arrived. I explained that I still had 3 weeks to go. She gave birth Sunday morning and is now happily at home adjusting to the baby with her husband.

And I still wait. I want to do things to get him out, not just because I want to see him, but because I'm tired of my arms falling asleep at night, I'm tired of the strategic roll to get out of bed or to stand up I guess I'm just tired. But I remind myself, soon enough, and no sooner. All my life I've wanted to press fast forward, and maybe that's not always wrong, thinking ahead, planning for the future, but we can't forget the present. Enjoying right now. I enjoy all the compliments, even if some are said strictly to keep the pregnant hormones at bay. I enjoy the encouragement to hang in there. But my son. Easter isn't too far off and I'm already planning what I want him to wear and do, and show him off at church and take cute pictures. That's not really in my personality, and yet this little somebody, whom I've never seen, has brought out this nostalgic part of me that desires to stay in the moment. I can live with that.

So, t-minus 12 days (or less) and hopefully there will be a new Woodward in our midst.