My baby boy is a month old already! I believe this means he's no longer considered a newborn. It saddens me, but I am grateful for one healthy baby. Time is going by too quick, it scares me . . . I suppose this is what getting old feels like. June was a tireless month, adjusting to being a new mom, and scheduling my whole life around this cute little human being I call my son. Taylor is probably my favourite thing in this entire world. I love his smiles, his hiccups, his sneezes (HaaChu), his poops, his farts (sometimes I don't know if they're his Daddy's) and all of the little sounds he makes (no, he's not singing yet.) His dad and I enjoy playing the guitar and singing for him, and he enjoys it too. He's usually wide awake during that time, and doesn't make a sound but intently watches the strumming of the strings. I mean why wouldn't he? He was named after his Daddy's guitar, and he is our son. I am so lucky for such a good baby whom only cries and snorts like a pig when he's hungry and allows me to do all of the usual things I did before. I greatly look forward to another month of music, love and cuddles . . .
Behind the name . . .
From the beginning, we decided that our son would be given a name with a musical reference. Quentin and I finally decided that we both liked the name 'Taylor' after his Taylor Guitar. The name Nixon came to me just shortly after I had given birth to him, and Cobain derives from our love/obsession with Nirvana and Kurt Cobain. It only took 25 days to come to this agreement, haha. Yes, our baby was nameless for 25 days, but despite the hundreds of names Quentin and I threw out there, deep down we knew his name would be Taylor.
Taylor Nixon Cobain Bodnar-McLeod
came a week early. I was scheduled for an ultrasound Thursday May 29th at 10:30 am. Afterwards, my Doctor wanted to see me and had some pretty surprising news. Because my amniotic fluids were low, they thought it safe to induce me that day. I was in a bit of shock because I thought I still had a week or two to go. I looked at Quentin and said "We're gonna have a baby by this weekend O_o" Quickly, I went home to shower and pack my hospital bag and by 1pm we were back at the Hospital ready to have baby.
Contractions started out progressively slow (because induction is when labour is artificially started) and of course they got stronger throughout the day. Friday was another long day of contractions which I was able to distract myself from the pain with hot showers. By Saturday afternoon I had only dilated to 2 cm, so the Doctor mentioned trying another method of induction if I didn't progress anymore in the next few hours. My contractions became more intense and painful and hot showers were no longer helping. I began getting strong urges to push, then finally my water broke. I was 9 cm in the matter of hours and ready to have the baby. Initially my plan was to have an epidural because I thought I had no pain tolerance what-so-ever, but because the last part of my labour progressed so quickly I was not able to receive the epidural. I'm glad I didn't. I trusted my body and allowed myself to work with each contraction and soon enough I safely delivered a healthy 8 pound 6 ounce baby boy. He had the sweetest and softest cry. It's true when they say you instantly forget the pain because the moment my son was placed in my arms, I was overcome with the most amazing feeling ever. I cannot describe that feeling, nor find the right word for it. but I felt complete. My little May baby was born at 8 pm exactly and despite being a week early, he weighed 8 lbs 6 oz and measured 53.5 cm. By the time we left the hospital he was well past his birth weight, the nurses were quite surprised. (Usually it takes a few weeks for babies to regain their birth weight)
26 days later . . .
Quentin and I love being new parents. We adore our son. Even though he can't really interact right now and is "boring" according to Quentin, he makes us laugh daily with his little snorts, grunts, stretches and occasional smiles. We look forward to the rest of our lives with Taylor & we look forward to giving him the best life we possibly can . . . with our love and music.