The Long Week

We are going to write under this picture in Junior’s baby book that he took out a two-year-old at the playground, and hurt his hand in the process. In reality, though, they gave him an IV after Martin brought the baby to the ER last Sunday morning because Junior’s cough did not sound right to me.

When it comes to the kids being sick, Martin and I don’t always see eye-to-eye on what to do about it. Some of our worst arguments have been a result of us butting heads over our kids’ health. He thinks I worry too much. I think he goes into denial that things can be that serious.

In this instance, when Martin went to bed, it wasn’t yet to that point. I, however, couldn’t fall asleep at all. Instead, I hovered over Junior like a moth, eventually just standing with him on my chest so he wouldn’t cough so much. Something just didn’t feel right to me, and I grew more anxious. Just as the sun began to rise over the horizon, I took Junior into the bathroom to run the hot water, hoping the steam would help his congestion. It got pretty warm in there, so I pulled off the baby’s onesie. That’s when I noticed the chest retractions.  Continue reading

A Realization

So lucky to have a newborn who sleeps up to seven consecutive hours!! Sure, it’s from 10 am to 5 pm every day. And sure, we’re awake and partying at 2:30 am.

Wait…I’m realizing I’ve birthed a college student.

 

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 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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