It’s a boy! Our third son and fourth child has arrived!
On Thursday, March 23 at 7:30AM, we welcomed our precious baby Jameson Wendell Reph into the world and our long-waiting arms.
It was instant love.
He was 8 lb 12 oz, also my exact birth weight. He felt and appeared feather-light to us, due to him coming out a full two pounds lighter than his predecessor. All the nurses would pick him up and exclaim at how big he was, and we’d sort of stare at them like, not to us, ladies…not to us.
He is the sweetest. He sleeps constantly. He only wakes twice a night to feed and then returns to his preferred state of unconsciousness. This is more than we could have hoped for in a fourth child. God is indeed merciful.
We can’t get over how blonde he is. It’s white hair. Mike also had this hair at birth, which is charming.
Henry always checks on him. “Where’s that baby? Where’s Jameson? Who is staying with him when we go to the gym? You, Mom?” Henry is like his security detail.
Arden would like to eat him whole. She runs to the couch and says, “Give me that baby! I want to hold my precious baby boy. I love him so much I can’t bear it. He is the cutest baby I have ever seen.” These are actual quotes.
Hunter looks in his bassinet every morning and exclaims “Baby!” and then tries to give him a toy. If Jameson is already awake, he comes over to kiss him, first on the head, then smack on the lips. It’s like an opiate to see a baby baby a baby. Did you follow that noun-verb-noun usage? I hope so.
Their embrace of him does frightening things to my mama heart, or maybe my uterus. I see how they love their new sibling and I say to Mike, “We’re having a dozen children.” This makes for super fun facial expressions of pure fear.
Second to our love for Jameson is our gratitude that his birth went so well. The scheduled surgery went as planned without complication, and my recovery is steady. The Lord’s protection and love were evident and gave us great peace. If you are one of the many who joined us in praying on that special day, we are so, so grateful. Thank you, thank you.
I’m eager to tell the story but it will be far less exciting, though no less extraordinary, than those of his siblings; the birth of every baby is miraculous and remarkable. We’re just glad that this time the outcome was wholly positive.
For now, we’re reveling in this little life, this tiny baby we will treasure forever in our newfound family of six.