My Tew Babies

If you haven't noticed yet, we have added a new baby since last year.  Little Miss Summer.  She is seriously, the sweetest, cutest and best baby.  Despite what everyone thinks, this child DOES cry.  Even if Sara is probably the only one who has ever heard her cry... but at least she could validate it :) She is a very, very easy going baby, and we could just squish her every day.

Summer was born on the 18th of December.  I calculated my due date as the 18th, but the ultra sound said the 19th, and for funsies, my doctor said the 20th.  I just bet on Christmas or New Year's Day, since Tristan was so late.  And wouldn't you know, the squirrel girl showed up almost on the 17th. I had been so busy with everything else that I was in full blown labor, on my hands and knees, trying to tell Jeff what to put in the hospital bag and trying to see who could take Tristan for the night.

I had started labor at about 6am, I woke up with back pain, and I just KNEW it was labor.  But it ended, so I went back to sleep. I worked on my blog, enjoyed having Jeff home for the break, and we took Tristan to a birthday party. I had cramps the whole day.  Sometime in the afternoon my mucus plug (ewwww mucus) came out, and the contractions were closer together.  At 5:30 I went for a walk.  At 6 I tried to finish a blog campaign for a company in NYC that I have been working with.  At about 6:45 I helped my Dad order my Mom's Christmas present... in between contractions.. and at 9:15pm I threw my hands in there air, exclaimed I gave up, and I wanted to go get an epidural.  So we dropped Tristan off and headed to the hospital.  The epi guy stuck the needle in my back no less than 3 bone cracking times. It was horrific, 4 months later and my back still hurts.  But, aside from that, the night was pretty chill.  At about 2 am I needed to push, and about 2:30am Summer was born.  The room was so quiet, so calm, just me, Jeff, my doctor and a couple nurses.  No one panicking, no one freaking out.. it was ... amazing.  She did have the cord wrapped pretty tight around her neck, which is probably why she quit moving a ton towards the end of the pregnancy, but even that was a very minor event.  I held Summer for an hour before they even weighed her.

Then we brought her home. Then four months passed... :) and I have 2 kids.  Tristan is SUCH a good brother.  Some kids hit the new babies, try to sit on them, push them off things.. but Tristan is so good to her.  I encourage him to hold her, to get her binky, to help her any chance he can. I believe he feels a sense of responsibility towards her because I always say she is "his baby."  

We did have some setbacks, more tantrums, some wetting of the pants (cured by M&M's), and life wasn't perfect, but I have been absurdly happy the last 4 months.  I felt like that after Tristan was born, they handed me this wet, crying baby and I thought my heart was going to pop with love.  Summer just kinda snuck in our lives and filled it with warmth. I loved her from the moment I found out about her.  It's amazing how much love you can have in your heart, there would be times I would look at Tristan last year and think, "I have never loved something so much." And then I had another baby and I feel the same, but it's so different.

Anyway, bottom line is that we love this baby, we love Tristan.