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Then there were FOUR.

Welcome the newest addition to our family, baby L!
8lbs, 1oz.
19 3/4 inches long

Here's here and he's a sweetie.  He was born after a 12 hour induction and 5 minutes of pushing.




We were so blessed that Grandma was able to arrive early for the induction and to witness baby L being born.  (Sorry, Grandma. You can't un-see some things.)

Clearly having a second child rocks your world even more than having a first.  With the first, the ratio was pretty good:  2 parents, 1 kid.  You have 2 sets of hands and you tag-tam the diaper changes, the feedings, and the clothes changing.  With the second, it's one-to-one.  And after almost 5 years, Dad and I couldn't remember how to even hold a newborn baby.  Thankfully, God was on our side and gave us this (so far) easy going babe.  It's a definite 180 degrees from newborn big sister, who spent most of her newborn days screaming at the top of her lungs, with the occasional 1 hour of sleep. 

Big sister is adjusting to having her world rocked as well.  She spent the month with Grandma, attempting to take advantage of a later bedtime and constantly in pretend mode.  For most of Grandma's stay with us, she was "Sarah," little sister, mother, classmate, etc.  Everyday was a new story line.  The firstborn should be a writer one day (or director, or a producer, as all of Grandma's lines were given to her).  After a couple days with her new bro, she took a picture with him.  I win.
Then after a couple weeks, she posed for one.  I win...again.
One week post-birth, baby L made his way to church, where we spent countless Sundays praying for him, and where his big sis spent so much time praying to Mama Mary for him.  It was also the day we took our first family photo.  :)
Big sis may kiss him and then wipe her mouth, but I know she loves him.  One day, while busy making dinner, I caught big sis kneeling near baby's rocker and whispering to him and laughing.  I asked her what she was telling him and she didn't want to tell me.  It did make my heart smile to know that one day, baby L will be playing pretend with big sis.  After this day of whispering sweet nothings to her bro, the next day I asked her to hug him and she refused.  Next time.
Sometimes when parents go through their second pregnancy, they wonder how they could love another kid as much as they love their first.  We never wondered this.  Not once.  This babe was loved beyond words every single day for years and hoped for by so many people, many who shed countless tears with his Mom and Dad.  Our lives have changed so much, yet he feels like he's always been here. God truly transforms your heart with every child he gives you.  Our family has never felt so complete.
Month 1- done.  Forever to go.
God Bless,
Kat






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