They bring such peace and love.
Oliver's birth story is much different from the other boys.
Without going into too many details, I'll tell you this:
My water broke at 1:00 a.m.,
we were at the hospital at 2:00
My epidural went in somewhat last minute
and only lasted about 20 minutes.
The anesthesiologist rushed in to give me more medicine,
but I still felt A LOT more than I bargained for
(which I guess I shouldn't complain,
since I was trying to go without one in the first place).
Oliver was born at 3:50 a.m.
The fastest labor I've ever had.
The past week, I've learned a few things
having a baby in the house again
1. Baby cheeks are meant to be kissed again, and again, and again.
2. Not being able to kiss your baby's cheeks because you are sick is torture.
3. Bringing home a newborn baby does not guarantee peace and calm in the home - especially with a 5 and 3 year old around.
4. Having a wonderful, helpful sister is a great asset to have when your mom is in Africa and can't come to help.
5. A baby can dirty a full load of laundry in one week.
7. Prayer brings tremendous peace to a post-pregnancy, worrisome, emotional heart.
8. Staying up late is not as fun as it used to be (and not worth it) when you're getting up with a newborn and three other kids.
9. The little kids who you thought were so tiny and petite aren't so tiny and petite when compared to a newborn.
10. I have the best husband in the world - who takes great care of me and all our boys. (wait, I already knew that...)
11. I really, really love babies...