getting ready

This is our last week on the diaper service that my coworkers so generously gave us, so starting next week we're on our own for cloth diapers. We've struggled a bit with recurring diaper rash, so I'm curious to see if that continues once we're using only our own diapers (indicating that it was something in the wash process of the diaper service). I'll report back after we've got a couple weeks under out belts!

We're almost ready...we've got 15 Bum Genius one-size diapers, 12 prefolds (which is a misnomer, since they aren't prefolded at all), 6 fitteds and 4 waterproof covers. Just have to finish preparing the prefolds and fitteds by washing and drying them a few more times, and we'll be good to go!


be still, my beating heart

Just a couple cute pics from a recent play session...



Whenever we're playing on the floor with the baby, you can be sure that Henry is close by!

He's been so great with Wyatt, and I really hope he continues to be as gentle and sweet when Wyatt becomes mobile! We already notice Wyatt following Henry with his eyes whenever he's near, so I'm sure it won't be long before there's some fur grabbing going on and I'm so glad that Henry seems to have accepted Wyatt's place in the hierarchy of our family.

Oh, and don't worry...we never leave Wyatt unattended in a room where the animals might get to him. We trust our pets, but we aren't going to take any chances! :)



I've wanted to learn how to knit for, ummm, ever (relatively speaking) and now I'm doing it! My friend Angi is teaching me, and it'll probably be slow going because we both have little ones so the first lesson was frequently interrupted for diaper changes, nursing, soothing and just general baby cuteness. That's okay though, because I'm learning how to knit!

(please excuse the dust, scratches and pet fur in this photo...just focus on the stitches!)

Now I need to pick up this book to help me remember everything. I foresee a trip to a used bookstore coming up!


me + him

Was looking through some baby photos, and thought I'd share ours so you can compare to Wyatt...I think he's got my forehead and nose and Karl's eyes and lips.



What do you think?


visual stimulation

We try and give Wyatt lots of opportunity for visual stimulation to help his brain grow big and strong and give him the best head start possible. A very common early stimulator is a black and white image. The high contrast of the black and white is very eye-catching and helps newborns learn how to focus on the foreground and background of images.

One way that we're working on this with Wyatt (besides the B&W drawings of hands on the walls of our living room) is with the book Art for Baby. It's a thick board book, so I can set it up on the floor next to the baby and he gets pretty darn mesmerized by it! I also usuall set up Sunshine the Lion beside the book , for some tickle time when we're done with the picture book.

Oh! You caught me, mama!

Other things that we do to try and help stimulate little man's interest are the pom poms above his bed, some brightly colored toys that we play with during tummy time and a few little stuffed animals perched on the dresser beside his changing pad. Just a few little things to try and start Wy-Wy out on the right foot. :)


Flickr Faves Friday: quilts

It's no secret that I love handmade items, and handmade quilts are right there at the top of my list! Here are a few of my favorites that I've found and saved on Flickr (I don't know any of these quilters, I just love their work!):

1. Untitled, 2. Zig Zach quilt, 3. Show-Me Plain Spoken, 4. quilting single girl, 5. single girl quilt, 6. penguin quilt completed, 7. XOXO quilt, 8. Baby quilt , 9. 1946, 10. The Orchard, 11. IMG_3516, 12. quilt top: done!, 13. Lotus Patchwork Quilt - finished, 14. Eliza Quilt Coins, 15. little bear's quilt, 16. Oscar's baby clothes quilt

Just in case, you know, any of the quilters in my family were wondering what kind of patterns I'm drawn to.... :)


sharing our days

For the past month and a half or so, I snap photos on my iPhone throughout the day and text them to Karl so he can share in our day-to-day even though he's at work. They aren't always super clear or properly exposed or anything (we do only have the 3GS phones after all, not the fancy-pants 4G), but I love being able to quickly snap what we're doing and send it off to Karl so he can join in on the fun since he's stuck at work bringing home the bacon. I plan on printing them all off to make a special little album of my maternity leave, perhaps in wallet-sized images. These are just a few of my favorites so far...

Being able to quickly and easily take and share photos...yet another reason why I absolutely LOVE my iPhone!!


sorry, Henry

Every year, when the plums ripen in our yard, we get bombarded by raccoons. And unfortunately for Henry, that means that he only gets to go out on a leash after dark.

Look closely at this picture, do you see all the culprits?

You may see 3 here, but there were 5 raccoons out there when we first turned on the porch light! But unfortunately by the time I got my camera and got Henry properly restrained, 2 of them had made a break for it already so only 3 were caught on camera.

So sorry, Henry, but it'll be another few weeks before you get to roam free in the yard after dark again.


bath time!

Despite the surprised look on his face, Wyatt really loves bath time! He smiles and smiles, and I have a feeling before long he's going to realize that he can splash the water with his feet....and then we'll really be in trouble!


in stitches

In the rare quiet moments of the day, I've been working on a few coffee sleeves for a coworker. I promised her this one probably 2 months before I had Wyatt, and I'm just now getting around to getting it done. Whoops! Luckily she's a very understanding gal. :)


Laura's fall wardrobe wish list

During rocking sessions with an I'm-sleepy-but-fighting-it baby, I often spend a lot of time surfing the internet via my iPhone, and I save links to all sorts of things that I like. Here's my fall wardrobe wishlist...

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

A few things stand out about this list: (1) I'm liking a lot of what Old Navy is offering (although I oftentimes find that I don't like it as much in person...but maybe these items are the exception to that rule?), (2) I love cardigans (easy access to the girls is a must right now), (3) I like neutral colors, (4) no pants are on this list (because hopefully I'll still shrink at least one size), (5) I think that bag would look stunning in deep purple and would make a lovely diaper bag and (6) this list would be a lot different if I was putting in back-to-work clothes for the end of the year.

So there you have it, my fall wardrobe wishlist...in case any of you were wondering... :)


itch, scratched

Last weekend the itch to sew really got into me, so Karl took over baby duty for most of Sunday while I played around with my fabric stash. By mid afternoon, this is what I had...

I love it! It's a 3x4 foot quilt top that's for Wyatt. I bought most of those fabrics as a fat quarter bundle at a quilt show in Folsom several years ago, then I supplemented with a few other prints from my stash. Now I need to figure out a backing fabric, quilt it and bind it so we can start enjoying it! I thought it would make a nice and engaging quilt for Wyatt to play on when while we continue to work on tummy time (he's not the biggest tummy time fan, but I keep trying!).

Getting back in the (sewing) saddle again. It feels so nice!


Wyatt, month 2

Dear Wyatt,

Oh baby bear, you have changed so much this month! It's such a joy to see your personality develop and to watch as you become more and more aware of your surroundings. It's a little bittersweet for me to know that you won't remember all of these fun moments that we have together, but I take comfort in the fact that we're building a strong foundation for a lifelong relationship here...regardless of if you remember all of the special times we shared during your first few months.

During month 2 you started to smile. A lot! You are such a smiley happy baby, and your dad and I just light up every time you give us that smile. It often starts as a half smile (your dad calls it a Harrison Ford smile), and then it turns in to a full-on open mouthed smile complete with crinkly eyes. I love it! We also, right near the end of month two, started to hear a few giggles every now and then. I gotta tell you, I didn't think there was anything better than seeing your baby smile...until I heard my baby giggle! I look forward to lots and lots more giggles in the future.

You also started recognizing things...mama, papa, toys. You love looking at the changing colors on your iPod speakers while I rock you in the rocking chair, and you give us baby hugs when we hold you...arms spread out wide across our chests.

You get so happy when we put you on your changing pad, and I attribute this to all of the baby talk that your papa did during those first two weeks when he changed 100% of your diapers! It never fails that when we put you on your changing pad your eyes light up and you start smiling and babbling away at us. You also get really happy when we give you a bath. At first you weren't so sure about it, but now it's all smiles while you're in that warm water and afterward when we're giving you a little baby massage. It doesn't make you sleepy (like I was hoping it would), but it makes you happy and that's good enough for me.

Some other firsts for month 2 are that you've started to enjoy sitting in your bouncy seat and your swing. This is so nice for your parents, because it means we get to eat dinner together again and neither of us has to be balancing a baby and a dinner plate! It also means that mama gets to take a shower every day, and that is so very important to my peace of mind. :)

We have two black and white drawings of hands in our living room that your papa drew himself, and they FASCINATE you. I know you love the high contrast of the black and white, but we also like to think that you love them because you know who created them.

You took your first trip to the farmers market this past month, and you were very popular there as daddy carried you around. We intended to push you around in your stroller, but you weren't really feeling the stroller that day so you got carried. Better vantage point from up high on papa's shoulder anyway, right?

About halfway through the month you found your hands, and have since spent a lot of time jamming them into your mouth. It's pretty cute to see you explore this new thing, and you haven't yet figured out how to just get your thumb in your mouth so for now it's the whole hand.

Cloth diapering is going well for us, although we've struggled a bit with diaper rash. We've got less than a month left on the diaper service that my coworkers so generously gave us, and the service has been working with us to try and adjust the pH of the diapers to reduce the instances of your rash. We're two days into the new set of diapers from them, and so far so signs of rash. It'll be interesting to see if we have any rash issues once we're doing our own diaper laundry in a few weeks.

At your 2-month well baby exam earlier this week you weighed 14 pounds 8.5 ounces, were 25 inches long and your head is up to 16.5 inches. That's pretty much at the very tip top of the growth charts across the board, and everyone always thinks that you are older than you are because of your size. You've very nearly outgrown your infant car seat already, so we've got a convertible one waiting in the wings for when you hit the 30 inches long mark.

People keep asking us if you're "sleeping any better at night" yet. You aren't sleeping through the night, but I consider it a good night if you go into your bassinet before midnight and only wake me up twice before 8:30 or so in the morning. Besides, as Dr. Beth reminded us this week, babies under the age of 4 months don't have the neurological capacity to sleep through the night so it's very common to still have nighttime feedings (in other words, don't cry it out this young...which we were never intending to do anyway). We feel pretty lucky that we've haven't had too many fussy nights (knock on wood!), and we're sure that you'll sleep through the night soon enough.

We call you Baby Bear, Honey Buns, Wy-Wy and all sorts of other nicknames as the mood strikes us. But mostly, we call you ours...and we love you to bits and pieces. As always, don't grow up too fast. And when you do grow up, don't do drugs! And be a responsible citizen! :)

Here's your continuing photo album. I love looking at how much you've changed!



yummy yummy

You may have noticed that over to the right I keep a running wish list for us, and one of the long-standing items on the wish list has always been a bucket of Grandma Souchek's peanut brittle. Well...when she came to visit us she brought us a big bag of her yummy, yummy peanut brittle!

And best of all, she wrote out her recipe so that we can re-create it whenever we want. I love that she was willing to share her recipe, and I love even more that we've got that recipe written in her own hand. It's a keepsake that we'll be holding on to for years and years to come. Thanks, Grandma!


meeting more family

A few weeks ago we were lucky enough to have Karl's mom, stepdad and grandma all come to visit us for a few days! We just love having them here, although we're always a little sad when they leave. This visit was especially good, as they got to meet little Wyatt and they took great care of us so we could get some extra rest!

Wyatt with his great grandma:

Wyatt with Grandpa Rocky and Grandma Susan:

Thank you so much to Rocky, Susan and Jean for coming out to visit us. You left us with a closer-to-being done nursery, a properly installed oven vent, an apple-free yard, a better weeded garden, full bellies and even fuller hearts. We love you guys, and we can't wait to see you again!


garden update

So remember when I said I was still going to grow a vegetable garden despite being pregnant?? Well I did, albeit on a smaller scale than last year. However the weather has worked against me this year. Seattle had the coldest and wettest spring on record this year, and that really stunted my tomato plants. Whereas last year I got buckets and buckets of tomatoes, including a giant two-hander, this year not a single one of my heirloom or large tomatoes have ripened yet and I've only gotten a little over a dozen cherry tomatoes. Curse you, aqua scum!! (movie reference: Finding Nemo)

So I planted 16 tomato plants, and they all are suffering from failure to thrive. Our heat wave started far too late in the year and was far too short to make much of a difference. I've got tons and tons of green tomatoes on the vine though, so I may try and ripen them up inside or make green tomato relish or something. I hear from family in California, Missouri and right here locally that everyone is struggling with their tomatoes this year though, so at least I'm not alone!

So far, this is the biggest tomato that I have on the vine. Weak sauce!

In other garden news, it's just overall not been a good year. Something (slugs, maybe?) ate all of my green beans before they had a chance to grow very tall, I didn't get our peas harvested before they went bitter (they ripened the same week that Wyatt was born...my priorities were elsewhere), I made the same mistake I've made in the past with lettuce and planted about 12 heads all at once (what exactly is one to do with 12 giant heads of lettuce that all come due for harvest at the exact same time??) and my broccoli all grew in tiny little florets instead of nice compact heads (anyone know what causes that??). All of my cauliflower looks like this:

And something's been chewing on my cabbage as well.

But on the bright side, we've gotten lots of zucchini!

And I've got at least one acorn squash that's looking good, too!

Ahh the joys of growing an organic garden and inconsistent weather. You win some and you lose some, but it's not going to stop me from going full speed ahead again next year! In fact, I've got ideas for how to better prepare for another cool spring/early summer and we've also got plans to build an awesome compost bin down in the garden as well. I love gardening, even when it's not that successful!

How about you out there...anyone having big successes or failures this year? Do tell!


bonus pic

On this long holiday weekend, Karl has given me lots of baby-free time to check on the garden, set up blog posts and just do what I want around the house. It's been such a nice break! I do love cuddling with the little man, but it's awfully nice to have some me-time every once in a while as well.

I just went out in the living room, and this is what I saw. Our sweet little baby bear, using papa's finger as a pacifier to help him sleep. Too sweet! :)

Wyatt's birth story

In honor of Labor Day, I thought I'd tell Wyatt's birth story (my own labor day). Some of the details are already so fuzzy, so I'd better hurry up and write it down before my memory completely fails me! No pictures with this post, since I've already put up all of the birth day pictures that I want to share on a public forum like this. :) This is going to be a long post, but I want to have a record of this since I know Karl and I won't remember everything as well as we'd like to. So if you're bored by all words and no pictures....sorry!!

On with the show!

My due date was Wednesday, 7-7-2010, but that day came and went without incident. It was hot, hot, hot in Seattle that week and I was pretty uncomfortable. My feet/ankles were swollen to balloon-like proportions, and the heat wasn't helping matters. Plus my mom was in town visiting for just a few more days, so I was feeling the pressure to have this baby sooner rather than later so that she could meet her latest grandchild!

On Saturday, 7-10-2010, with no labor signs presenting themselves yet, we decided to take my mom to go see Toy Story 3. As we were preparing to leave, our doula (Annie) called me. She said she just wanted to check on me to see how I was, since I was 3 days past my estimated due date. She also wanted to let me know that she was heading to a birth...a client whose water broke 3 weeks early...so she asked me (jokingly) to please not go into labor within the next few hours since she'd be busy with the other birth.

"Great!" I exclaimed to Karl, as I got off the phone with Annie. "I'm totally going to go into labor now, and Annie's not going to be available and we're going to be stuck with her back-up doula whom I've never met and I'm going to feel like we wasted our money!"

"Don't worry, honey" Karl soothed, "It's all going to be fine! Calm down!"

I played along with that line of reason, but in my head I just knew that I'd go into labor soon and the thought that our doula wouldn't be available was seriously stressing me out.

On to the movie we went, and wouldn't you know it...I started having contractions during the movie! I could tell these were totally different from any of the Braxton Hicks contractions I'd had previously because it felt more like a menstrual cramp than an all-over belly tightening. I had 3 or 4 of these during the movie, but didn't say anything to Karl or my mom. Needless to say, I had a hard time paying much attention to the movie!

As we're leaving the theater, I whispered to Karl what was going on. At this point I really didn't want anyone else to know (including my mom....sorry, Mom!) that I was having contractions because I didn't want to worry any one and I didn't want to feel the pressure of answering questions or having the baby within a certain time frame. Karl wanted to call Annie or our midwife (Loren), but I said no to both of those suggestions. The contractions weren't strong or close together, so I knew we had a lot of time left.

We ate dinner, Karl re-read all of his labor coach guidelines and finally at 7:35pm I texted our doula..."Have had a few ctx, irregularly spaced and all lasting less than 1 min. Feels like menstrual cramps and there's prob been 5 or 6 over the course of 3 hrs. I'm doing good, no worries. Just wanted you to know!" and she responded right back "Thanks! Drink two glasses of water and take an Epsom salt bath. And keep me up to date dear." I took Annie's advice and proceeded with the rest of our evening. I talked to my friend Melissa for a long time, and she had no idea that I was breathing through contractions during our whole conversation. :)Annie checked back in with me at about 9:15 that evening, and let me know that she still had a ways to go with her other client. Grrrrreat. My contractions had been picking up a bit at this point, so I felt even more stressed that Annie wouldn't be available when the time came.

At some point in the evening/early morning, I was joking with Karl that the baby was packing up his bags to get ready for moving day since he was being so active. My stomach was moving so much, it was crazy! At 2:29am I sent Annie this text: "Baby is very active, ctx are 3-10 min apart, lasting 34-45 sec & are a bit more intense now. I've slept on & off since 11. Haven't called Loren yet - should I?". And then at this point Karl took over the texting and phone calls because my labor was picking up and I did not feel like talking or texting! Little did I know that Annie's client was giving birth at our birth center with our midwife...so my birthing room, my midwife and my doula were all busy while I was in labor. Freaking fabulous. The birthing room and the midwife weren't as big of a deal because they have a second birthing suite and a second midwife who could be called in. But still, it all stressed me out. Luckily I found all of this out just as they were wrapping up with the other birth, so there was no need for me to feel stressed anymore. Whew!

Annie came over to our house around 9am on Sunday, 7-11-10. My mom had woken up a little bit before Annie got to the house, and Karl filled her in on what was going on. I couldn't believe she'd slept through the night without realizing I was in labor! I'd taken several baths, moved all around the house, talked, breathed loudly through contractions...but she's a very sound sleeper apparently, because she didn't hear any of it! Mom asked if there was anything she could do for me, but at this point I just wanted it to be quiet and dark and I didn't want people looking at me so I told her that there wasn't anything to be done except wait patiently.

The next 6 hours were spent laboring at home. Annie was amazing! She's a massage therapist as well as a doula, so she spent a lot of time rubbing my back and legs. I spent a lot of time either laying in bed or sitting on the toilet because those two places just felt the most comfortable to me. Karl was really great through all of this as well, making me food (which I couldn't eat, but it was sweet nonetheless), supporting nearly all of my weight as I moved around the house and just being a constant reassurance that I was doing a good job.

Around 3:00 in the afternoon Annie decided it was time to head to the birthing center. She called Loren to fill her in on where we were at - contractions coming every 1-3 minutes and lasting for 3-4 minutes each. They were SO INTENSE and I was exhausted. It was really hard to move out to the car because the contractions were coming basically right on top of each other. I was draped on Karl with my eyes closed and listening to Annie's breathing instructions, but we finally made it out to the car and started the journey to the birthing center. It's only about a 20 minute drive, but that was the longest 20 minutes ever! Every bump or turn kicked off a contraction and I wanted Karl to drive slower but to hurry up and get there so I could get out of the blasted car! Annie followed us in her car and kept me on speaker phone the whole time so she could talk me through it while Karl drove.

When we got to the birthing center, Loren (our midwife) and a student were there setting up. They took my temp and blood pressure, listened to the baby's heartbeat and then I spent a long time in the bathroom. Something about sitting on the toilet was just very comforting to me, although my legs did keep falling asleep so I'd periodically had to stand up to get feeling back. :)

Once the birthing tub was filled, I got right in. I'd had this thought that everything would feel SO MUCH BETTER once I got in the water. It's nature's epidural, right?! Well, really it just helped me relax enough that labor really got going and my contractions were crazy intense from this point on. Loren checked me right after I got in the tub, and I was 6cm dilated and 80% effaced with a small lip of cervix still protruding. An hour later I was at 8cm but still had that pesky lip of cervix hanging out and not wanting to soften (FYI, the cervix has to be completely softened and out of the way before baby can come out). It was at this point that I started to feel the urge to push. And let me tell you, when your body wants to push, it WANTS TO PUSH! But since I wasn't fully dilated or effaced yet, I couldn't push (well I could have, but it would have just put unnecessary pressure on the baby and would have increased the chances that I'd tear or get hemorrhoids...no thank you!). So here's where Annie really earned her fee...she had me keep my eyes open during each contraction and breathe really quickly (kind of like Lamaze-style breathing) rather than the deep breathing I'd been doing thus far. Keeping my eyes open and breathing fast like that helped stall things out a bit and also helped distract me enough that I didn't push. 15 minutes later though, and I could not hold off any longer because the urge to push was so insanely strong. It was like I wasn't even in control of my body! So Loren checked me and found that in the 15 minutes since my last exam I had fully dilated to 10cm, was fully effaced, no more cervix protruding and my water had broken. I was given the official go-ahead to start pushing, and was told to just push during my contractions. If I pushed when I wasn't contracting, they probably wouldn't be productive pushes and I'd just exhaust myself further and increase risk for injury down there (again, no thank you!).

I pushed for just over an hour, and Wyatt's head was crowning for nearly that entire time. His head was so big (a trait that runs in my side of the family) that it just took a little extra time to come out. His heart rate stayed super strong that whole time, so everyone was content to let me keep pushing without intervention. Near the end though, his heart rate did drop slightly (but was still in a healthy range). Loren said something along the lines of "Okay momma, this is the first time that your little guy is telling us he's not very happy with where he is so we need to go ahead and get him out soon. He's fine, there's no need to worry yet, but we do need to get him out. Let's try another position, out of the tub on the birthing stool. If that doesn't work, I'm afraid I'm going to have to do something I've never done...an episiotomy." I knew without a doubt that I did not want an episiotomy, but I also knew that I was so exhausted that I didn't think I could stand up and get out of the tub either! So everyone starts hauling me up to heave me out of the tub, and right at that moment a strong contraction hit and Loren said to let me back in the water so I could push....and out came Wyatt (it was 6:45pm)! His cord was wrapped around his body (not his neck) a few times, so Loren did some type of crazy maneuver to get it all unwound. I remember the midwife's assistant holding the stopwatch and calling out how long he'd been out and still under the water. I think the total was about 30 seconds before he was out of the water and up on my chest. I remember thinking "Holy cow, this baby is huge!" He was purple since he hadn't started breathing oxygen through his lungs yet (he was still getting everything he needed from the umbilical cord). Loren vigorously rubbed his chest and he immediately started to pink up and started to WAIL. This kid has a serious set of lungs!

After a few minutes of family cuddle time in the tub (Karl was out of the tub, but right beside me supporting me, just like he had been the entire time...my rock), they took the baby to examine him. Karl went with them and Annie stayed with me. I slooooowly got out of the tub (I think it took me at least 10 or 15 minutes just to stand up because I was so shaky and weak) and then took a shower. Wyatt had a tiny amount of fluid in his lungs, so they were pumping oxygen near his face while Karl held him. I got checked out and everyone exclaimed how they couldn't believe that I'd just delivered this big, big baby and only had one very minor tear! Loren said that once she'd felt how big his head was while I was pushing she got excited and thought maybe he'd be a record-breaker for the birth center. But alas, our 10 lb 10.5 oz little boy fell short of the birth center's record birth weight of 12.5 lbs (thank goodness!!). Wyatt scored a 9 out of 10 on his APGAR test, and was declared to be pretty darn perfect.

At this point Karl dressed and diapered Wyatt so we could get ready to go home. Except...the newborn-sized diapers were too small! We ended up using surgical tape to secure the diaper, and called my mom to ask her to run out and pick up some larger diapers for us before we got home. I also sent out a mass text to everyone letting them know that Wyatt was finally here and we were all doing well, and Karl called a few people to fill them in as well before we loaded up the car and headed home about 3 hours or so after giving birth.

I am so very glad that we decided to go the route we did. With how big Wyatt was, and how long he was crowning, I am 100% certain that if we'd been in a hospital I'd have had an episiotomy and had forceps and a vacuum used to get him out. By using a midwife at a birthing center, they were able to monitor my health and the baby's health while letting nature and my body do their jobs. Wyatt came out in perfect health, and I recovered a lot quicker too. Everything went exactly as planned, and we were thrilled beyond belief with it all.

Wyatt...it was a long journey to get you here. I honestly had given up hope of ever having a viable pregnancy by the time I got that BFP (that's big fat positive, for those of you not down with the trying-to-conceive lingo). Then I worried and worried through the first trimester that something was going to go wrong, and then I worried and worried that your birth wouldn't be nearly what I wanted it to be if we stuck with our OB and the hospital. Once your dad and I decided to make the switch to the birth center though, my worrying ceased, I trusted my instincts and the excitement started. We were prepared, I was healthy and you were healthy. We let nature take it's course. You were totally worth it, even the stretch marks and swollen feet. Our lives have been irrevocably changed by you, for the better. Our hearts broke and came back together 1,000 times bigger the moment we looked into your eyes that night. Our family of two became a family of three, and we couldn't be happier about it.

The End (actually, I should say The Beginning).