Congratulations to Jennifer on the birth of her new baby boy, Joseph! My prayers are with Jennifer, her baby, and her family, as the baby continues to be in the NICU.
I’ve gone through two mostly-natural hospital childbirths: very long labors, no epidurals or other pain meds, lots of pushing. At the end of each I’ve thought, “I am positive that NO ONE in the entire universe has ever or will ever go through anything as HARD as that.”
Then I heard about Jennifer’s childbirth experiences with all six of her children, especially the third: Pitocin-induced, high-risk deliveries, feet in pneumatic booties to prevent blood clots, no epidurals until the last minute, flat on her back, with nothing but the sweet sounds of Tupac Shaqur to ease her pain . . . .
. . . .
I start hyperventilating at the thought of her being flat on her back with no epidural. Let’s move on.
Anyway, ABBA came on the radio the other day (and I wasn’t even listening to the Oldies station). I realized that the Dancing Queen is equidistant in age from Girl 1 and me.
13 years actually seems like a nice distance from age 17. I wouldn’t want to go back.
13 years, however, seems way too close for my little girl to be to age 17.
We had a lovely family walk to Baskin Robbins on Wednesday after dinner, basking in the warm evening air. (This was going to be the gist of my Five Favorites post on Wednesday but I never got to it.)
Girl 1 even shared her ice cream with Girl 2, completely umprompted.
Finally, this little guy is a clone of Girl 1 when she was two, except that he’s male, and except that she screamed and threw fits instead of just crying. Anyway, it’s pretty funny; check out the whole (short) photo post: http://dangerousminds.net/comments/best_new_tumblr_reasons_my_son_is_crying
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