The birth story is short: I woke up at six in the morning with contractions, our A.M. Sarah hung around with us for a few hours in the morning because we weren't sure if my water had broken or not (it hadn't), my parents picked up Miss and Junior, we walked uptown to rent Zombieland, we ate wings for lunch and after Sarah came back we ate sushi for supper, we left for the hospital around eight thirty at night, it hurt a lot and then it was over and we had a baby at 12:14 Monday morning.
That's Sarah and Dianne. They look chipper and totally alert. The best I can say about us is that we look awake. Barely.
Sarah made me The Best Toast In The World, Diane was generally calm and sweet (and brought candles and rose petals for the tub. Seriously.), and Natalie did the paperwork. These women rock my baby world, and I'd like to take a completely serious moment to tell them that I love them sincerely and owe them more than I can ever repay with bread, boter koek, or even maple candy. Bless their dear hearts.
By four in the morning, we were home and in bed, and overjoyed in a sleepy way to be so.
In the intervening week, we've spent a lot of time trying to get all three (THREE!) of our children in one picture, with no luck. Ungrateful wretches that they are, they Will Not Pose. Or, if the two oldest sit still long enough, the youngest will be puking. It is a fact of nature I did not know existed until now.
The best we have been able to accomplish is this:
I've spent some time re-learning how to breastfeed, since in my I've Already Had Two Kids And Now Know Everything Possible There Is To Know About Raising Children (Under Four), I forgot how to do it in a way that doesn't leave wounds. We're good now, although my little girl has a disturbing (to me) tendency to fall asleep - multiple times - during meals. I just don't understand her.
Fortunately, this has not stopped her from gaining Two. Whole. Ounces, and during his regular check up today, Junior assured me that her heart sounds great.
I would be remiss if I did not also profusely thank Leslie, WilliamB, and Jane for their guest posts that allowed me to be plugged into only my newest daughter's mouth and not the internet all week. Bless you, too.
This time last year: Hand To Mouth
