Even though I had an induction date and time all planned, my second-born had his own plans. Those plans included me going into labor at three in the morning on the 22nd- during a snow storm bad enough that no one could make it to our house to watch the big boy. We ended up driving at a paltry fifteen miles an hour to drop him off at his daycare teacher’s house at a quarter to six, then on to the hospital, behind a snow plow most of the way. I’m a fast laborer, and was already 5cm when we made it there. The rest was cake. If by cake I mean the most painful and difficult experience on my life. August Gregory came into the world at 9:43 that morning. We call him Gus.
I have a couple of guest bloggers lined up, as well as some posts I’ve been working on the last few months (ahem, if I can manage to find my thumb drive where I saved them…) so that’s the plan for now. Once those posts are up, perhaps I will be far less sleep deprived and will find time for more reading and writing.
Until then, my days consist of sitz baths and zoning out in front of Doctor Who while breastfeeding a baby with a bottomless stomach.