the arrival

Labor and delivery were a whirlwind of chaos and confusion with our first two. In the planning ahead department, we just don't seem to do very well. So we tried to be prepared for this baby. Since Eva was three weeks early, I had the back packed four weeks early.
The doctor told us that if I has progressed to a certain point at my next appointment that it would be best to just stay at the hospital and get things started for fear that I wouldn't even make it to the hospital. You see, we are low in the patience department, too. When my kids want out, they fly out. Both Eva and Samuel were born about an hour and a half after I arrived at the hospital.
So, after lunch, we headed back to the hospital, a few TMIs (I'll just say that labor is not for wimps and delivery is not for the fainthearted and all that stuff afterwards is not for those with a weak stomach) and walks around the labor and delivery floor, and five hours later, I held the sweet little Baby Eva Look- Alike in my arms.
I had forgotten how cute the little squeaks and scowls are. I have forgotten how soft they are. So much so that it feels like my sandpaper hands are going to hurt him when I pick him up. I had forgotten how fragile and sensitive to the outside world they are.
A head (and back and shoulders :)) full of dark hair and little farmer man hands, there is no doubt that he is one of ours.