Our Sweet Thing: We have Another One!

Our precious little blessing arrived Wednesday night, January 9th. The same night of the week that just one year earlier I delivered Bland. Two days apart, I am sure eventually people will do a double take and ask if they are twins (because of their similar age and size--not looks). There will be shared birthday parties, clothes, friends and little league teams. And in-to be frank-all honesty they now share equal parts of my heart. I always wondered how mothers with multiple children had enough love to share and provide...well let me tell you it is there ten fold. I have enough love for my three babies to circle the world...a few times.

Hunter Monroe Forrest arrived at 8:19 pm. He weighed in at 9 pounds and 12 ounces and measured 21 inches. He was a big boy, but a few ounces short of big brother Bland. Anyone that knows me, knows that Mr. Hunter was a bit of a challenge throughout the pregnancy as he was determined to stay breech. I however, was determined not to have a CSection and after multiple worries of a possible 11 pounder, I held my breath (literally) and had an ECV, which is where they turn the baby during a process of pushing and pulling on the outside of the stomach. Peoples facial reaction goes to the "ouch that had to hurt" and the answer is yes it did, but it only lasted 4 minutes, and my sweet Hunter gave in and went head down and ready to go.

A few days later the decision to be induced was made as we did not want to run the risk of him turning, and there was still that concern that he may be XL because of prior sonograms. The induction was boring and something I am not a fan of--I like to let nature take it's course--but seeing as the ECV already was out of the ordinary, I gave in. I waited and waited as my husband sat beside me suffering from a stomach bug, shivering and sleeping through most of the process. Perfect timing ;)

However, once Hunter was ready, he was determined. I have never experience contractions come on that quickly with such intensity and after my epidural went south. It started as a hot spot and ended with a Hail Mary to the Pain Gods. I was in tears, and sweating, and hurting. A Lot. I have an extremely high pain tolerance. And I will forever be humbled for that pain.

After a bit of coercing I agreed to more medicine, and the delivery began. All I can say is he is here, he is healthy, and he has a pretty head shape....And that is the last time I will experience that. I must say I have a part of me that is relieved and a larger part that is sad I will never feel that adrenalin again.