First of all, I would like to know what it was about the post below that made everyone so reluctant to leave me a comment? Was it all the talk of childbirth and nursing and pain? Or was it the evidence of child neglect at the end?
Well...my sisters little one came a day early. Her water broke this morning at 3 a.m. and she was all alone. All alone with two kids no less. Anyone who knows Emily can imagine the freaking out that must have been going on. But I've been told that she was perfectly calm. Hayden made it back to town just in time to hold his new baby. Which means that my mom got to be in the O.R. and witness the birth of her 9th grandchild. Four out of 9 isn't bad, huh mom?
They named him Donyvan Blake. I am not too crazy about the first name, sorry Em. But the middle name is cute. Do you think she will mind if I call him Blake? That sounds tough.
So....ell me your gory childbirth stories. I know that can't be what made everyone nervous, who doesn't like to talk about it? How long were you in labor? What was the worst part? Also, I want to know if you cried when you held your children for the first time, you too dads. I think I am a robot. I didn't cry. I almost cried after I had Gwen because the nurse wouldn't leave me alone and kept telling me to sing to Gwen and to talk to her and I just wanted them to quit looking at me. My mom taught me early that if I cried when I was feeling shy or embarrassed that it would only bring on more attention. So I don't cry much. I really tried when my kids were born though, it's kind of expected. Especially for the mother.
And here is the more unpopular post ever. I didn't do a new post because I can't have a 0 comment post.
Dear Emily Ann,
I hope you are not too nervous about having a baby cut out of your stomach tomorrow morning. I don't want to bother you with a long pointless phone call right now. I'm sure you are doing lots of meaningful family activities with your children on this last day before their lives change forever. I remember all too well that toe curling pain you are going to get when you start nursing in a few days. Good luck with that. It always made me want to scream at everyone around me. (sorry Joey...) If you need any help with the whole uterus shrinking back to normal size (ouch), no sleep, screaming baby, diaper blowouts, etc. give me a call. Gwen wants Haylee to come for a visit and Daymon could knock over our Christmas tree with Max for the bazillionth time.
Well anyway, I just wanted to thank you for the ginormous Ziplock bags you gave me. Max finally found a use for them. (A supervised use...) If DCFS doesn't show up at my door soon, I will know my secrets are safe with you.
Your Loving Sister