Finally Home!


Brennan Gabriel arrived on May 1st, 2009 at 1:28pm EST. He weighed 7lbs 14ozs and was 20.5" long. We had to stay at the hospital for 2 whole days this time, unfortunately. It was all for the best though :) I will be writing out Brennan's birth story and all that sometime in the next week probably. More pictures are on the sidebar!

We're both doing great. I went all natural again and it was a long labor, but it had to be. I'll go into details later. This is the best I've felt after labor... no stitches or anything at all to complain about... seriously I feel like I didn't just give birth and I am amazed! Brennan's eating well. We're settling in nicely. Tristan has warmed up to Bren and is excited to see him and wonders where he is if I show up without him :) He's even stepped up a bit and is doing what little things a 19mos old baby can do to help. He brings me diapers and makes trips to the trash can. Noah is madly in love with him and calls him Brennan Gabriel, full name, all the time. He was telling us all about his little bitty ears, little bitty hands, little bitty everything... one by one.

It's good to be home with all my boys :) Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers! I'll be checking in when I can.
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