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They started to trickle in as I was paying business bills. First Sebastian, legs speckled with mud, shorts wet, grubby little hands showing me “a big ouchie” he got on his wrist.

They weren’t supposed to be playing with the hose before naptime. I’d seen them out the window though, so I wasn’t surprised. Emmett was taking an early nap (getting up before 5:45am for days on end will do that to a baby), and I wanted to get a few things done, so I figured why not let them play.

It did make things harder on the other end though. I finished writing the check I was working on while Sebastian gingerly took off his flipflops, taking care to baby his hurt wrist. I helped him out of the rest of his soggy clothes and hauled him to the bathtub.

I wanted to hurry. I knew Emmett could wake up. I knew Alec could decide to come in as well. I knew how many more bills I had to pay, and all the fun things I was hoping to get done after that while Emmett was still sleeping. Some photo projects. A memorabilia project. Some laundry-folding with a movie I’d rented and needed to finish.

But instead, I slowed. I felt how slow my movements were, and I pushed back the hurry in my brain, and I enjoyed being with my middle boy as I washed him off and got something for his owie.

These moments are passing too quickly. I cannot grasp them in my hands.

But oh, how I want to. ...continue reading →

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You've heard Alec's birth story. You've heard Sebastian's. Bet you can't guess how Emmett's went. 🙂 I sure couldn't.

Emmett's birth was in a lot of ways my hardest and definitely my longest. Maybe the most traumatizing, too, although that could just be because it's the freshest in my mind. Since this is the most recent birth, it’s also the most detailed story, so be forewarned. You might feel your skin crawl a time or two if you continue reading. Okay, probably not, because it's not actually graphic, but . . . proceed with care. 🙂 ...continue reading →

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When I went looking for my notes on Sebastian’s birth, I was amazed to realize I’d never really written it out, not in full anyway. That’s surprising to me because it was by far my best birth, but it’s also not surprising because at that point in my life, I kind of had two babies to keep me busy.

It makes me even more glad I’m doing this series. It’d be a shame not to have such a good birth down in writing somewhere. 🙂

Coming just nineteen months after Alec, I feel like in some ways Sebastian got the short end of the stick. When I try to remember being pregnant with him, I don’t remember much.

I do remember this, one little boy on the outside on top of one little boy on the inside. 🙂

I feel like I remember even less about his tiny baby days. It was such a blur of low sleep and high needs, always.

But when it comes to the birth story, Sebastian’s was the best by far. ...continue reading →

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I’m always a little torn about birth stories. I love hearing other people’s stories—I’m just not so sure about sharing mine. It feels a little bit presumptuous, and a whole lot personal.

I've been thinking about it on and off for a couple months now though, and I actually wrote the majority of this post back in March but wasn't sure I wanted to share it. Then recently I turned on the M Is for Mama podcast, only to discover the beginning of a series of birth stories from a mama of ten.

And now I'm excited about my own stories all over again.

So if a birth story is not your thing, find someone else’s blog to read. 🙂 ...continue reading →