Milo

It's 8:30 and I have two children sleeping in their beds. I feel like super mama. Wait... I hear crying. Change that to pretty competent mama.

This past month has been a blur.

Here I am last month. This is me +50 lbs. Hugely pregnant. Very uncomfortable. I really hate being pregnant.

Since Sal was two weeks late, I fully expected to be pregnant for another three weeks. In fact, a few hours before Milo was born I lay in the tub crying about my sad fate, (you know, pregnant for eternity.) Later that night I got up for my usual 2AM pee and wonder of wonders, my water broke! When contractions started half an hour later, I was so happy that the end was in sight that I was actually looking forward to labor.

Contractions got pretty close together within half an hour, so we had our neighbor come stay with Sal at about 3:30, and left for the hospital. We got checked into our room at a little after 4AM. I had been hoping to do a water birth, but we found out that the hospital's pool had been cracked the week before. I was bummed. We got a midwife from our midwifery group that I had never met before, but it turned out that Scott had worked with her on his OBGYN rotation, and I ended up loving her. She was calm and perfect.


I worked through contractions for the next half an hour or so before things started to rev up. Before I knew it, it was time to push. Scott felt a little unsure about delivering the baby himself, but the midwife coaxed him into it anyway, and I'm glad she did. It took a couple "nudges" (as the midwife put it) and out he came! All 8lbs. 6 oz. and 20 inches of him. I don't know if labor gets any better than that.



Sal came to the hospital later that day to meet Milo. I was surprised at how shy she was at first, but she warmed right up to him. I think the bag of chips I saved for her helped.


We spent the next week learning how to breastfeed (ouch!), dealing with Sal's attention getting antics, and falling asleep standing up.



(Sal's hair came next. Luckily it's not that noticeable.)




Luckily, Meme came and saved the day the next week. Here she is doing what only a Meme can do, reading to one child while putting the other to sleep. I think I was taking a bath. I don't know how we would have managed without her.


Val came next and Sal immediately adopted her as her new best friend. It was great. I was able to continue my job as milk machine while Val and Sal played and went to the park. We managed to go to the beach a couple times. It's too bad Lake Erie is so dirty.

Valerie left last week and I've been put to the test. I'm not sure I passed... but maybe, since both children are at least fed and clothed. Please don't drop by unannounced though because I'll need at least a couple minutes to shove all our junk into the nearest closet and change out of my pj's.