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Baby Number Three - Announcing Malachi Alan - just a few months late....
So, life has been busy for the last six or so months.
First, I was pregnant. And miserable. I truly hate to say that I was miserable, because a new baby is a huge blessing. But for the sake of transparency and honesty, I was not a happy camper for the last few months of my pregnancy. Some people love to be pregnant, would be pregnant all the time if they could be... I could not WAIT to be NOT pregnant and to hold and see my sweet baby boy. Each of my pregnancies has been rough in its own way, but one thing that has been constant is a weird pain under my ribs toward the end. With each subsequent pregnancy, this awful pain comes earlier. I tend not to be a complainer when it comes to pain, as I consider myself to have a pretty high pain tolerance (I mean, I did take on a minivan with my head)... But this pain was bad enough that I was taking Tylenol almost constantly, and my ribs were still tender about seven or eight weeks AFTER we had Malachi.
So add some toddlers to chase, and I was a huge, hormonal, in pain, pregnant mess who counted down the days until September 5 - our scheduled C-section date. I hoped my water would break sooner, and I really thought for sure it would... But he was cozy and held on inside the womb until our scheduled meeting day. Which was also a good thing, because my mom and dad were in Ireland, on a trip scheduled months before John and I even knew we were expecting. A trip which ended a week and a half before my due date... So thankfully, my mom made it through the trip, and safely arrived stateside, to help me at home the last few days before we became a family of five!
On September 5, John and I went in to the hospital super early in the morning, excited to meet our baby boy. am not sure why, but somewhere in my mind, I was thinking that the more C-sections you have, the easier it gets. And I must tell you, while it may be true for vaginal deliveries, it's simply not true for C-sections. At least not for me. I was nauseous again this time, and for a change, John was too. :) What a pair we were in the delivery room, as I'm nearly dry heaving, while John is out in the hall, taking a break so as not to pass out. At 8:14 am on Friday, September 5, our son, Malachi Alan, was born, measuring 21 inches and 8 pounds 14 ounces.
Malachi at two days old
He was certainly a chunky little guy, and his chunkiness got him into a bit of trouble right away. He surprised everyone when he presented breech and then got a bit wedged inside mom during delivery. He took a bit of tugging to get out and in the melee, he ingested some amniotic fluid. Also, because he was so big, the nurses had to check and recheck his blood sugar, as he was having a bit of trouble regulating his blood sugar. So our first few days were certainly not without excitement...
His siblings came to the hospital on Saturday to meet the new little guy. It's always interesting to see how kids respond to certain situations, and I guessed that both of them would be ecstatic to meet Malachi. Isaiah was. Annika was not. She started bawling in the hall on the way to meet him, and declared that she didn't want to meet him. She has since grown to ADORE him, so it's all good! The kids have adjusted nicely, and in some weird little way, three kids almost seems easier than two. Maybe it's their ages, maybe it's their desire to help, maybe it's all in my head. Who can tell?! I can tell you that Malachi must be my easiest baby so far, he's serious, but loves to smile and sleep. What's not to love?
Malachi at Christmastine, my chunky little monkey!
We had just a few things going on since his birth - holidays, hospital stays, and a wedding. Yep, four weeks after he was born, my little sister got married! It was exciting, and I was in all my post partum glory. But to get from Malachi's birth to the wedding, we had four solid weeks of fun and excitement. I won't touch on it now, except to say, hospital stays suck! More on that soon!
So it's been an incredibly long time since I last posted on my blog. Like a really, really long time. It's actually been a gift from me to you, a gift of silence and reflection on my blog. It's hard to go many places and find that these days, especially with kids! I hope you enjoyed it, and are feeling refreshed!
Here's what's happened in our household since February 2015:
1. We went on vacation to Florida in April 2015 to watch my brother-in-law compete in a Half-Ironman race.
2. I found out I was expecting bundle of joy #4 (due to arrive in December 2015) on that particular trip to Florida. Note: My #3 was 6 months old at the time. Do you feel a wave of terror and insanity wash over you? I did!
3. I resigned myself to the fact that life would be crazy for a while, at least until baby #4 was six months old-ish. Knowing this, I stepped back from everything in life that I could, including blogging, volunteering, and most (not all!) homeschooling.
Today is my baby's THIRD birthday, and I can't hardly believe it. Time passes so very quickly, yet so slowly too. I have heard it said that the days are long, but the years short, and that is truly the case. Lots of long, hard days raising my little Isaiah and yet here we are three years later. And in those three years, he's grown so very much. He is funny, silly, intelligent, talkative, inquisitive, and so much more. He sleeps in a big boy bed, is potty trained, and has a best buddy. My little man. I love him so very much.
In April 2010, I wrote the following bit about Isaiah's arrival, and I'm reblogging it here for you today. It's very funny that things don't change, we had a hard time getting Isaiah to bed tonight too...
And without any further ado:
I was having a hard time getting my darling baby boy to bed
tonight and I was getting to the end of my patience... Moments like
these make you wonder why we desire so badly to have children.…
classy, and... shocking. Three descriptive words that summed up my night
at the South Hills Pregnancy Resource Center Dinner on Thursday,
November 8, 2012. My friend, Amanda, and I and over 800 other people attended the banquet at the East Club
at Heinz Field. With a spectacular view of the city and a spectacular
view of an empty Heinz football field, it was a gorgeous setting and a
night to remember.
While The Sparks, a local Christian band, played, people milled about before the
night's program started. As far as I was concerned, this night would be
pretty memorable, as the guest speaker was none other than Abby
Johnson, the Texas Planned Parenthood clinic manager turned pro-life
advocate. She also happened to be sitting at our table(!!), which was
right next to the stage, two huge bonuses! Dinner was great and dessert
was even better, but that may be because dessert is always better in my
dinner, a local pediatrician, Dr. Welker, who is …