Coryell has Arrived!

Coryell,
I feel like I have so much to say to you. First off, I have to admit to you that I'm writing this a few days shy of your 2 MONTH Birthday. A little late I suppose. You came into this world with a mama who didn't think she could do it. I was a nervous wreck and I showed it everyday of my pregnancy up to the minute you were here. I pleaded with God for months to show me how to be a good mama to you and give me courage for surgery and bringing you into this world. I want you to know I struggled. I want you to know I was a complete mess. Because I also want you to know how God works and how your mama will do everything in her power to do everything right in this world for you. Ok, enough of that....
You came June 8, 2017 after a hectic drive to the hospital for mom and dad. Bradley got out, I was nervous, daddy was nervous, we were late, we were fighting, it was an overwhelming morning for us. We had great nurses once there and they helped put our nerves to ease. We then found out about the hospital not having a nursery anymore and you having to stay with us 24/7 and in recovery with me. We were nervous about this. Once in the surgery room it was just like all the other times. I was freezing and my mind was racing and all I wanted was for Ryon to get into that room by my side. I'd like to say that was strong but I really wasn't. I just let the tears fall honestly because in that moment, there's no point in holding them back. I remember Ryon coming into the room and his green eyes are so beautiful behind a hospital mask. I remember feeling like it was taking them a long time before they were ready to bring you out. Your daddy watched you being pulled from my belly this time. He hadn't done that with the others and he was so glad he saw you first. He said it was really fascinating to watch one doctor push down on my belly and Dr. Locke pull your head, shoulders and rest of body out of me. You screamed so loud. You had a full head of dark beautiful hair. That's all I had really wanted with you. I just wanted dark hair for you. I got it! I was so thrilled. You looked just like your brothers. Once we were in recovery all your brothers took turns coming in to see you. Since there wasn't a nursery anymore everyone else had to wait awhile until we were in a room to come and see you. The next few days it was just us three. Your brothers went to VestalFest for the weekend so you hung out with us. You were the sweetest calmest baby. Still are. We had a hard time not calling you "Bud" and "Sweet Boy". We really had to stop and think before we called you something!
Flash forward to the last 2 full months with you and we haven't skipped a beat. My recovery took a lot longer than I had hoped for but I'm now feeling like myself again. For the month of June our days were filled with being here at home, your brothers swimming and going to different activities with friends. I tried to keep Callahan from laying on top of you, oh he loves you so much. The Fourth of July was your first road trip. You made it almost there before screaming like crazy. Don't worry, we made you scream, but we love you. You are a tough little thing to put up with all of us. We spent a few days at the lake with the Vestal crew. You napped on the dock for hours, you napped in the boat, you napped in TK and Grandaddy's bed....you were a lot of trouble! Haha.
As July has come to an end we took you on your first trip to Dallas. We started out in Escondido for the weekend and then headed to Dallas for the week for vacation. Your first hotel was the Omni in downtown Dallas. Not too shabby!
The last 2 months have been such a sweet reminder of God's miracles, a big brother's love, and that there's never too much your daddy can't handle. He's amazing. You are one lucky girl. You have completely stolen his heart and for that I'm grateful. Love you sweet girl.