Everyone, meet Samson Porta! We finally found a first name that we both love. This little guy definitely looks like a Samson to us. We aren't sure if we will call him Sam or Samson or Sammy, but we love all three options. (We haven't picked a middle name yet.)
Dan and I are enjoying spending time with and getting to know our second son. He sure does look a lot like his big brother. He has the cutest little high-pitched squeal that he makes when he is unhappy or hungry. Yesterday and today he has gone between periods of wanting to eat constantly and wanting to sleep constantly. Unfortunately we haven't been able to time things right, so Dan and I haven't gotten to sleep much when he does.
I'm a lot more sore today than I was yesterday from the c-section, but I am able to get up and move around a tiny bit. All of my IVs/tubes are gone, and I've even been able to wear my own comfy clothes all day instead of those horrible gowns. We are thinking if everything continues to go smoothly that we will get sent home Monday morning.
Elijah (along with Grandma and Grandpa) stopped by to meet his little brother last night and he was extremely gentle and sweet with him. I don't think he fully understands that this little guy will be coming home with us for good, but soon that will become a reality. I miss Elijah terribly, but I'm trying to keep in mind that very soon we will all be home together as a family of four.
This has all been such a completely different and new experience for us. We feel like brand new parents in almost every way. When Dan first carried Sam over to me in recovery, the first thing I thought was, "Where is his IV pole and where are all of his wires?" Even today, every time I pick him up I start to search for his wires so I can gather them, too. Except, there are none! It's totally crazy!
I think the little man is starting to wake up from his five-hour nap, so I should go see if he is hungry. Thank you for all of the prayers! We are extremely thankful for our wonderful and supportive friends and family.