Ten years ago it was a really cold day. There was ice on the roads. No one in their right mind would venture out. Well, about 9pm the night before December 21st, 2010 I was 9 months pregnant with my 3rd child and I just knew labor was starting. I went to bed and tried to get some rest. In the wee hours of the morning I was up and pacing. My partner at the time was trying to help and when I knew things were getting close around dawn we headed to the hospital that was close to 30 miles away. We made it through the ice. I was 9 centimeters dilated by the time I was checked. I asked for an epidural (I should have just held off). I am fine with the labor part. It is the pushing part that I am a little anxious about experiencing. I got my epidural for pushing. I pushed a few times. The doctor was a bit impatient and used a vacuum extractor and there was Connor. At the time he was my biggest baby weighing in at 8 pounds 3 ounces. (Evan has him beat by half an ounce.) Connor has a special place in my heart. He is so good with his younger siblings. Evan just adores him. Thank you Connor for coming into my life and into my heart.
Lately I have become bluntly aware how unusual it is to have more than 2, 3, or even 4 children. I am expecting my 7th child and apparently...
I have this growing right outside my front door. I want to make some smudges with it but can't really find anyone else who has used it. ...
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