Little Little Brother
“So the other day my son, David — I mean….Davis….” – actual words that came out of my mouth Being a third child is a struggle. Being little little brother is definitely a struggle. We had a BABY vs. WILD themed birthday party last month to celebrate one full year of his surviving the suburban wild. It wasn’t until the day after his birthday that we realized he never opened his birthday present. His one, single birthday present. David sometimes gets lost in the shuffle. Even at his own birthday.
Bro-thday Bash
One year and one week ago, I was miserably, hugely pregnant with our 3rd. I didn’t care when he came out or how he came out, just that he came out. So on the night of our firstborn’s 4th birthday, I didn’t even care when I started feeling signs of impending labor as I play skeeball at Chuck-e-Cheese. And I certainly didn’t care when our baby finally made his grand entrance the next day, making him and his oldest brother 4 years and 1 day apart.
The Evolution of Infants
At Mom Rush Hour at Chick-fil-A a few weeks ago, my toddlertastic son broke out of my grip and sprinted full speed into the crowded parking lot. I took off after him with his baby brother on my hip. (I would say the baby was “hanging on for dear life” but the truth is he is THE WORST holder-onner I’ve ever met. There’s no 50/50, Floppy McFlopperson let’s you do allll the work and then some.) As I maneuvered between parked cars trying to grab the toddler, I failed to notice where the baby’s head was in relation to a vehicle’s side mirrors…which is how I ended up ramming his face directly into one. Hard. Like, head-snapped-back hard. He cried. I apologized, never…
The Day After Little Little Brother was Born
[To pick up where we left off from the last post, little little brother, Davis, has been born and he is awesome.] Our newest Taylor tot was born at a hospital that opened earlier this year – the rebranded, relocated version of another hospital in town – which seems great. New hospital, new rooms, new everything besides staff. And maybe it’s because the hospital is newish, maybe it’s because the staff has been transplanted from a different place…whatever the reasoning, it’s quirky. (Starting with the front desk people being MIA for over 10 minutes when I was first trying to check in/having death contractions/trying to carry on a conversation with a constipated lady in the lobby). The night…
On the Night Baby Little Little Brother was Born
On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same.” But before the night of August 23, 2015, this: “If this baby doesn’t come out like, right now, I am going to perish.” – me, every day for the entire month of August. The last 3-4 weeks of pregnancy with little little brother felt like the last 3-4 days of pregnancy with my other two. It was brutal. B-R-U-T-A-L. Consistent, painful contractions…back aches…fiery shooting pains…it was no joke. I showered at 2am on 3 separate occasions, positive I was in early labor. I…
