It’s hard to believe that a year ago I was up, a little earlier than this, waddling around and packing my hospital bag. I have not packed a bag ahead of time with any of my pregnancies. Call procrastination, trying not to jinx myself or the exhaustion of 9 months of pregnancy setting in… I just never have packed early. Tom and I gave hugs and kisses to the tribe of 2 and headed of to the hospital to make them a tribe of 3.
I’ve been induced with all 3 pregnancies. The first with the beginnings of pre-eclampsia, then the other 2 after Emma was born weighing as much as a toddler. So no dire rush to the hospital. We got there and settled in. After 12 hours, an epidural that didn’t work and lots of me puking and feeling pretty positive death was near, we met our little Henry. And if you’re wondering, like the 10,000 other people who asked after he was born, no it is in no way, shape, nor form a family name.
Poor little Henry had no idea the craziness he was born in to. It only became crazier once he arrived. There’s something about a third child that adds just the right amount of chaos and disorganization in to your life.
To add to the crazy, having a baby 3 weeks before Christmas is not always the greatest idea. Between still working, having a baby that hung out on my sciatica and holiday mayhem, it was a
stressful interesting rush to Christmas last year! This year we can semi-relax and enjoy
Being the youngest, Henry sometimes finds himself at the hands of his siblings mischief. They love him unconditionally and have done their best to make him feel welcome in the tribe.
He also has transitioned into be my shadow at the farm very smoothly. This guy absolutely loves the animals and enjoys nothing more than a nice tractor ride.
Henry is a real ham these days. He is constantly happy, seriously. I have a feeling when he gets older he’ll be the guy constantly walking around with a smile and a laugh! But when all’s said and done, he’s just a regular baby today celebrating his birthday!
Happy 1st birthday Henry!!!