Call me crazy, but I did it again. As in, I did it once, discovered what PTSD was, and found myself back in the same situation 22 months later. People talk about how effectively new moms can forget about the pain of birth because of the release of endorphins and possibly sheer relief, but I never realized how much I’d managed to forget about Violet’s birth until I was preparing to repeat the feat. I won’t bore you with details here; public blogs on the internet are not the time or place for birth stories when you are tempted to write as detailed as possible to help the reader understand how truly barbaric childbirth is.
Anyway, the important part is that He is adorable. And, nearly 50% larger than Violet was. Yikes. Henry Andrew was born yesterday morning at home. He tipped the scales at 9lbs, 3ozs, and 21 inches long. Violet loves having a baby so far–aside from the whole crying bit.