Two weeks, 5 days ago....

The baby arrived. At 4 in the morning. On the dot.

I delivered within 15 minutes of getting to the hospital. I was told by a concerned nurse to "blow out birthday candles" and "keep blowing them out" after she witnessed my distress on the way up to L&D. (Actually, I think I traumatized the entire ER with my moaning and wailing and if there were any teenage girls in the waiting area, probably made them take a closer look at that whole abstinence thing their parents keep talking about.) My water broke naturally as soon as I got to my room- a first for me. My doctor wasn't on call but luckily there was an amazing doc available (her shift was over in 5 minutes - score!) to help bring our baby into the world. And she was perfect.

As soon as she came out, they handed her to me and I didn't let go for nearly an hour. No bath, no weight check, just in my arms where she was meant to be. She warmed up on my chest and I shielded her eyes from the light with the towel she was wrapped in. She smelled so good. I instantly felt connected to her. I felt like even though we just met, we'd known each other for a long time.

Her name is Vega Jane, born on a Sunday, and she is an angel.

2 weeks, 2 days.

As one might imagine, things are slightly crazy on the homefront since bringing her home. The boys are excited, Clemmie is excited, but things sure are different with a worn-out and super busy mama. It seems like Clemmie has entered the "terrible two's" overnight and "challenging" is an understatement.

I had no idea my sweet Clemmie could ever act this way. And yeah, it's been that bad.

But I figure as with all things, we'll get through this. She'll adjust and hopefully go back to her normal self. And if not, then we'll deal with it day by day. I'm just glad she's crazy about her new sister and only wants to kiss and cuddle with her every chance she gets. She's even lifted her out of the bassinet on a couple occasions which triggered a mini heart attack in me each time.

Yikes.

So - as far as kids are concerned, we are officially done. Although if Bobby could have it his way, we'd have one more.

Ha.

Riiiiight.

Two boys, two girls. A nice mix and a perfect, even number. I think we'll stop while we're ahead.

In the meantime, I'm just gonna try to blog at least once a week in between feedings, diaper changes, baths, showers, dinner preps, homework checks, after-school pickups, naptimes, playdoh sessions, and afternoon walks or my conscience will eat me alive. And I can't be eaten right now. My baby needs me. Actually, all my babies need me....

Wish me luck. 4 is fun, but it's crazay.....!

Beautiful Girl.

So excited to meet her!

Asleep with Daddy on her 2nd day.

Can you say "Excited?!"

Sebbie is in love with her. She's so lucky to have him on her side...