Roman!

Roman Michael Beach!

Weighing in at an impressive 6 lbs. 9 oz., and at a staggering 19 1/2 inches, Mr. Roman means business. 

And now, the official

Bullet List of Events and Details of the Night of Roman's Arrival 

will be presented!

• Water broke at midnight Sunday, February 10, 2013
• I was dilated to a 5 by 2 am without any discomfort or pain. All the nurses were very weirded out by this.
• Got an epidural at 3:30, had a reaction that only happens to 25% of women, heart rate plummeted, but leveled out after 5 minutes or so. Kinda freaky, but I'd take 5 minutes of that over hours of contractions any day. 
• I went from a 6 to complete in an hour.
• Pushed for six minutes
• Roman Michael Beach entered this world with grace and charm at 7:38 am, Sunday February 10. 
• I cut the umbilical chord (TJ isn't really down with anything blood and guts) and blood sprayed right across my doctor's face. It. Was. So. Funny.  He looked at me and said with a smile, "Nice cut."
• I was told by several nurses that that was the easiest they've ever seen labor for anyone. For this I am grateful.
• Roman is so, so handsome. Like his dad.

Thus concludes the official

Bullet List of Events and Details of the Night of Roman's Arrival!

So that's what! We have a son! None of his clothes fit him because he's such a little guy, but like the great John Mayer once said, Roman is definitely bigger than his body gives him credit for. 

It was like 3 in the morning the other night when Roman was just in the middle of one of his all-nighter parties that he likes to throw (which he never even clears with me, such a rebel already), I was just holding him, staring at him (which really is all I can do when he wants to just hang out with me and not sleep). I was overwhelmed, you guys. I started crying. Not overwhelmed like, 

Holy crap what have I done I can't take care of a baby!

type of overwhelmed. Rather,

Oh my lanta this baby is beautiful and he's mine and I love him and I never want him to get bigger and I never want to miss even the smallest moment of his most excellent, beautiful life.

I cried and held him closer. 

Then I thought about God. If I love this baby with every ounce of my soul, and am imperfect...then wow, God must really, really, really love me. And Roman. And TJ. And You.  My life is so full of happiness, peace and love. I owe every last bit of it to my faith, you guys. Because I know it, I live it and I love it. And God watches out for me because of it. TJ was accepted into the BYU advertising program the same week Roman was born. 

I'm telling you, God is extremely generous to those who follow Him. 

So I cried and cried, overwhelmed with love and gratitude. 

Then on Sunday I cried and cried because I was so freakin' tired and my hormones are all over the place. haha. 

So Baby Boy Roman Beach is here, and we couldn't be more in love with him. 

I love you all. Make good choices.