The most important thing is that Max was born on December 30th at 7:26 pm. He was 8 lbs 11 oz and 22 inches long at birth -- big guy! He still hasn't lost too much weight -- he was 8 lbs 6 oz at a weigh-in on Monday. He is very healthy and an extremely good baby. Max is already regulating his sleeping schedule so that it makes sense to non-fetal humans. He is also just pwecious.
My recovery is hard because I did end up having to have a C-section. My uncle attempted to induce me for 2 days, which wore Max out too much. (Imagine you were living in a tiny apartment whose walls were bashing you for two days. You'd be tired, too. Hell, I was tired and all I had to do was lay there.) Bert was worried about the amount of oxygen Max was getting, so we went ahead with the C-section. I advise against it if at all possible. I feel like I was chopped in half most days.
All worth it, of course. When I heard Max cry, and saw the look in Brian's eyes as he looked at Max, I grew a whole extra heart just for them.