The other day I was reminiscing about the day that Squish made his appearance.
I never really told my birth story with Squish. At the time I didn’t realize it was a blog “thing”, and really I was so overwhelmed I didn’t really know where to start. The short version was 20 hours, no pain meds (because I’m nuts), yes pitocin, 3 pushes, 2 stitches, and no poop. Score.
It was a pretty incredible day.
I still don’t remember how we brought him home. I was in some state of hormonal bliss. Or sleep deprivation. Maybe both. Apparently, we both made it home. Photographic evidence.
It continues to be a remarkable experience.
Especially when he teaches me that there is more than one way to play a kazoo.
So we figured, what the heck? Let’s do this all over again.
Squish gets a sibling! Baby #2 coming this November.