The Post-Belly Bump

Why should the belly bump photos stop after birth?! This is nearly two weeks after birth, and I’m pretty sure I showered yesterday, but the baby’s got his days and nights mixed up, so my own sleep cycle is completely whacked and I don’t know what day it is. Continue reading

Baby Love

 

Martin and the kids went to the pool today, so I had Junior all to myself for a little while. The kids came home as I was changing him, and descended around us like those seagulls from “Finding Nemo”, waiting for the first opportunity to pick him up.

Mine? Mine? Mine?

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Father’s Day Weekend

I found it a wonderful, happy coincidence that the weekend we brought Junior home was Father’s Day weekend. Doesn’t Father’s Day look good on Martin? (It does.)

Obviously, things were very low-key. It was all about getting settled in with a newborn in the house. Continue reading

The Hospital Stay

Snuggling with my baby boy.

 

Of all our children’s deliveries, this last one was the fastest. It’s a reason we dubbed it “violently efficient.” Those German doctors were in and out so fast. After we were introduced to our son, Martin stepped away with Nurse Charlotte to make his identification bracelet, which was simply our last name spelled out in tiny beads. By the time they were done and stepping back into the hallway, I was being wheeled out of surgery, which, based on what we captured on video, took less than 35 minutes total.

After a quick photo, I was sent to the recovery room while Martin and the baby went to another room so the baby’s measurements could be taken, and Martin could fill out the birth certificate paperwork. I was given additional pain medication through my IV, and I did my best to relax. It felt good to rest, especially since I hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before.

Eventually, Martin arrived with the baby, and promptly showed me the paperwork which revealed our son’s name.  Continue reading

The Arrival

One last photo as a family of five. Plus Kiwi the Cat.

 

Last Monday morning moved along like any other. One by one, the kids got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and left the house to catch the bus for school, giving us hugs and kisses before they said good-bye as if it were like any other day.

But of course, it wasn’t like any other ordinary day because we were scheduled to deliver our fourth child just a few hours later.

And that’s definitely not ordinary.

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The Night Before

My last meal before the fasting begins after midnight. A chocolate-banana-peanut butter smoothie served in a cup with a fat panda stuffing its face on it. It could not be more fitting.

Also, shout-out to Martin for driving 20 kilometers to the only store open today to get the bananas. Grocery stores are closed on Sundays, except for the store at the airport. I really had my heart set on this smoothie, so away he went. It helped to remind him that’s the last pregnancy errand he’ll ever have to run in his life.

That’s a crazy idea, isn’t it?  Continue reading

Family and a Face Plant

Martin’s brother is here with his girls, so there are 9.5 people in the house at this very moment. And I love it. The noise. The energy. Air mattresses and blankets everywhere. And there will be even more visitors coming thru in the weeks and months ahead.

Love having so many of my favorite people around me. Continue reading