(OK, so I really thought it was Wednesday. I was up with both kids in the night and had contractions all night long. No sleep = a hazy reality.
In preparation for the arrival of our third child, we booted Karenna out of the nursery and set up a crib for her in Avelyn’s bedroom.
If you’re not a Facebook friend of mine, you might not know that I’ve had violent diarrhea for the past four days straight.
Oh, this girl.
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Summer means beach-swollen diapers,
late-night dinners and jammies at Nana’s beach,
swimming until the sunlight’s all gone,
and eating 18 freezies a day.
It’s been a good summer so far.
This time four years ago I was cradling a swaddled bundle of newborn, feeling as though I’d been hit by a semi truck after a days-long labour, trying to absorb the fact that we were parents, that the baby in our ar