Whew! It's over now.

Louis George Price, seven pounds, three ounces, twenty inches. These kids keep getting smaller on us! Contractions got quite painful despite the epidural. My nurse, Ann, suggested it was because I was sitting up so the medication went down to my legs instead of up. This seemed borne out later when it took my legs so long to get feeling back.
Once I was complete, though, the pushes really helped to distract from the contractions. Both of them.

Anyway, we're home now. Dinners are being supplied by friends from our homeschool group for two more nights... theoretically. The ample amounts being brought mean more than that in leftovers. (I thought I had it good last year.) I got a little overwhelmed at dinner tonight, just with the emotion of it all. Let's not attribute the good feelings to hormones, okay?
There we were, all six of us. I'm home a day earlier than originally expected, sitting around a table with the five other people who mean the world to me. We were eating a dinner I didn't have to cook (or really clean up after--thank you!), all healthy and happy and in a warm house with more to eat in the fridge and preparation for Christmas well on its way. The other three kids could barely stay at the table their fascination with their little brother was so strong.

I've told the kids there's too much love in our house for monsters to reassure them. How could I have known that when I don't even believe in monsters?