Leaving the Hospital

One of the things that I'll miss about Boston is this great hospital. I have had all three of my kids there and I loved it every time. Evie and I enjoyed a couple of days away from the hustle and bustle of a cross-country move and it felt like a mini-vacation! I was a little sad to leave, actually, knowing what lay ahead...


Evie's first Visitors

Nora and Wells were smitten at once! Nora has been completely in love, and can't get enough of her little sister- Wells has his fleeting moments of interest in the baby that usually end in shouting and running around. I thought this conversation that I had with him as we left storytime yesterday was hilarious:
Wells: "Can I press on your tummy now, or is there still a baby in there?"
Me: "No, Wells, there is no baby inside- she came out and it's Evie!"
Wells: "Let's pretend there's another baby in your tummy and this time it's a boy!"
Me: "How would we be able to take care of another baby?" (I'll never be cut out for twins...)
Wells: "We'll just get another binky!"
I think he's still trying to make sense of all that has happened in the last month. He keeps asking when we will move to Utah, even though we've been here for three weeks now.


Finally Some Baby Pictures!

Our smallest by far!
Look at the lower lip. She seems to sense it- this nurse was MEAN!
Another 3:00 am baby (just like her brother)

Love at first sight.
Her first photo!

So things have finally settled down enough for me to actually sit down to a computer, that actually works AND is connected to the internet. Suffice it to say, it has been a busy few weeks. We have relocated to Utah, FINALLY received all of our stuff, unpacked (mostly) and managed to come away with a three week old baby who is actually thriving and now weighs what the other two did at birth! She is so sweet, so adorable, and so much fun. I couldn't be more in love. It's been fun to look back at these pictures and remember the amazing moments surrounding her birth. The nurses in the hospital kept telling me to write down some thoughts and feelings that I had while they were still fresh in my mind. I thought that was great advice, and really cool coming from a bunch of Bostonians. Unfortunately, I didn't do it. Things were just too crazy- the movers actually packed our house up the DAY Eve was born. Looking back at these pictures though, and now that things have settled down a bit, I think I should be able to do that now with some sense of accuracy. It was by far and away the best birthing experience I have had. Finally my body has figured out what to do without too much unnecessary trauma! I was lucky to have contractions that never got more than 5 minutes apart, minimal time spent pushing, and (sorry if this is too graphic) no tears! (or tears- forgive the heteronym) Also, I felt victorious that I did it all naturally- the very day that I was scheduled to be induced. More later! (probably between late night feedings...)