Friday, March 4, 2011


One year ago tonight, I was resting "comfortably" in a hospital bed, my DH by my side.  We were anxiously awaiting the birth of our third (and final) child.  We weren't sure if we were having a boy or a girl, though everyone tried telling me it had to be a girl - must have been wishful thinking.  Deep down, I never was able to get on board with that idea - just didn't feel right. 

Nurses coming in and checking things out, helping things along if need be.  Not the most restful night, but I guess it was prepping us for when we got home again.  Decided at 5:30am to start the pitocin - let's get this show on the road.  My water broke an hour later - by itself in a very weird egg/bubble type of episode that the nurse had never seen before in her career (I'm awesome, what can I say) and then I started getting sick.  Sick sick sick to my stomach.  My very large, very swollen stomach.

While it seemed like forever at the time, the process went pretty darn fast.  I guess kiddo number three will do that.  Samuel Grant was born at 8:30 that morning (gonna be a "Sam" regardless of gender was our idea).  He was a good two pounds heavier than his older brothers were - what the heck!??!  How does that happen??  Our doctor (yes, my doctor is also his pediatrician) hefted him up and said "oh we've got at least a nine-pounder here."  NO FRICKIN WAY.  But yes, he was 9lb 6oz.  Compared to the 7lb 12oz and 7lb 3oz that his brothers were - this was INSANE!

But even with his size, things went well.  We went home the next day, rather than spend another night in the hospital.  Call us crazy, but we just wanted to get our family home.

He has turned out to be a wonderful baby (must be the parents).  He sleeps, he eats, he laughs, he plays, he entertains and he loves.  He's into everything possible and will squeal with displeasure if you take something away - but it's adorable.  A-dor-a-bull.  

So tomorrow we will celebrate Sam (Samboni, Samalander, Hot Sam & Cheese, Sir Sam-a-lot, Samburgler, Moons over my Sammy, etc) on his first birthday.  We will have cake (lovingly made my moi) and ice cream and pizza and we will have fun and be merry.  He won't remember a moment of it but first birthdays are for us anyway. ;)


  1. I believe that was my first experience with WII car racing thingy...i was so bad Trevor didn't even have the heart to gloat over his win.