What, you think I should have written this a while ago? You mean, sometime a bit closer to March 3, 2011? Yeah, you’re probably right. Poor second child. He’ll probably never recover from this slight (or the raging case of baby acne he’s currently dealing with.) Being 3 weeks old is rough.
Evan was finally coaxed into the world on March 3, 2011 at 3:15ish pm. There was some pitocin involved, a little bit of epidural and then a whopping case of EMERGENCY C-SECTION. After about 7 hours of labor Evan and I managed to simultaneously exhibit several of the warning signs of uterine rupture, so the doctors took matters into their own hands and provided me with a second abdominal scar and a 10 pound 3 ounce baby boy.
We are all doing great and I have lots of stories to tell, but right now I really need to get Mr. Evan fed so that I can get a shower and find out if Mike called anyone to fix our washing machine or if I need to do it. Cause you know what I really needed right now? That’s right, a broken washing machine.