Joe became a dad on Thursday, June 13, when Emmett Stephen Jayjack joined our family. I’ll save our hospital adventures for another post, but in the meantime I wanted to share the magic that is watching your best friend and little boy bond, even if it’s at 4 a.m. during the first week of motherhood and you’re slightly delirious. This. Is. Love.
We aren’t all the way home yet, but Emmett is doing great. He weighed in at 8 lbs, 6 oz. at birth and measured 22 inches.
I can’t get enough of the way his big cheeks and little chin make him pout and how long his little fingers and toes are. This picture of me from yesterday morning isn’t quite an accurate reflection of my current zombie state, but I had to pull myself together for at least one photo with the little man. I like to think he’s throwing a “W” for Cubs Win here.
Emmett’s name comes from some wonderful men in our lives. My grandpa, uncle and same-age cousin are all Robert Emmett* Kelley, and each one of those men is so smart, funny and caring that we wanted to represent them with the first great-grandchild on that side. Stephen is Joe’s dad’s name, and Steve is such an amazing grandpa to Emmett’s nine cousins, I’m excited to add to the brood.
Fingers crossed we get to bring Emmett home to meet Wilbur and hang out in his own room today! That would be the best gift.
*My grandpa was named Daniel Patrick at birth and then his parents changed his name to Robert Emmett at his baptism. Isn’t that funny? He’s named after the Irish revolutionary, Robert Emmet but with an extra “t.”