On July 11, 2011, we welcomed Leonardo Tomas Zapata into the world.

Leo.

Sweet, little Leo.

Leo Tomas was named in honor of our Thomas. And, though he will never get to meet him, he will know him.

He will know them.

My c-section was easy enough, although I did get the shakes after from the anesthesia. I looked and felt like I was having a small seizure. Really weird. Not fun.

Leo was exhausted. Being born is hard, y’all.

Luca came to see his brother a few hours later. He was ecstatic! And so far he definitely wins for best brother ever.

He especially loved laying in the hospital bed with loopy-from-her-meds mommy.

Leo is pretty much the best baby ever. So far. He hasn’t really woken up yet, nor has he found his voice.

Yet.

Yet.

Yet.

Emphasis on the yet, as to not jinx myself.

The day after Leo was born, I noticed that he had a tooth.

A TOOTH,  you guys.

Of course, no one in the hospital would listen to me.

Oh, that’s just his gum. It’s swollen. Or a cyst. It’s not a tooth. Crazy lady.

I finally convinced myself I was high and let it go. Then, I returned home and, in between vicodin doses, I realized two things: that I know what a freaking tooth looks like (YES! Even without a medical degree!) and that I was not hallucinating…about that.

The tooth felt loose, which worried me, so I made an appointment to take Leo to his first dentist appointment. At one week old. It’s all so weird. But, hey, weird is cool (at least that’s what I’ve been telling myself all these years).

So, I was all, “Hey baby, get your lazy butt up. We have to go to the dentist.”

And he was all like, “What?”

The dentist confirmed the fact that I was not hallucinating and that it was a tooth.

Then I asked her if she had something that could make me hallucinate, like some laughing gas or something, and she reminded me that she was a pediatric dentist and that I was being inappropriate.

(Not really)

Anyway, supposedly, back in the olden days, being born with a tooth meant you were a genius or something. And, well, he is my kid, soooo…..

You know, I kind of feel like visiting the doctor who didn’t believe me about the tooth, getting in her face and yelling, “BOO-YAH!” But, I’ll try and not be two.

Also, my boobs are super happy this baby is on the bottle. Back the fuck up, lactivists.

Luca is absolutely obsessed with his baby brudder and his silly tooth (as he calls it).

I’m doing really well.

Really, really well physically (shout out to my superfly doctor!). I healed so fast. I pretty much feel completely back to normal, minus a little soreness when I forget I just had major surgery and overdo it.

Mentally, things are also pretty damn good. The fog lifted hours after I had him. Much like it did with Luca. Suddenly, I just felt happy again and like myself. Pregnancy really does a number on me. Basically, it makes me bat-shit crazy and terribly sad. Good times.

I felt a little anxious yesterday, but I know its hormones readjusting and the weight of having two little boys to take care of now.

Holy shit and thank you Zoloft.

I feel extremely lucky to have such a sweet and healthy baby boy.

Even though he does order me around all day long.

The punk.