Jackson Cyrus was born at 2:06 AM on Sunday, 10/9/11 after less than three hours of labor (two hours after we arrived at the hospital!). He came so fast, I didn’t even have time to get an epidural, which was definitely NOT part of my birth plan. Imagine the most excruciating pain ever and then multiply that by, like, 100, and that’s what natural childbirth feels like. But, holy smokes, was it worth it. I could — and probably will — stare at this baby for hours and hours and hours.
In the meantime, I’ve got a bunch of pre-scheduled content lined up — including contributions from some excellent guest columnists — so I’ve got you covered here while I’m getting acquainted with my new baby, who is, by the way, simply the best.
(As for his name, Jackson’s first initial, J, honors Drew’s mother, Joan. My maternal grandfather is called Jack and my paternal grandfather was Cyrus. Drew and I both love Johnny Cash, so the name Jackson is a little nod to him, too.)