Nor will needing to get your roots done.
Baby L made it here on Pearl Harbor Day, at a whopping 8 pounds, 11 ounces.
We came home Thursday, a day earlier than necessarily recommended for a C-sections but the hospital was Not Restful. Home is much, much better, even if it looks like our house threw up all over itself.
L and I are sleeping and nursing most of the time; A has one more week of school before he's with us full-time for four weeks of vacation; C is amazingly not insane as he cares for a newborn, a three-year-old, and me.
I will write up the birth story, but the bambino is crying and must need fed. He's really gotten the hang of this nursing thing.
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