The Past Few Months. . .

Okay so obviously I am not the best when it come to updating my blog regularly, but that’s okay because I seriously doubt anyone reads it, but I will update it anyway.



I think the last post was about 5 or 6 months ago and I never mentioned that I was pregnant! I had been meaning to write about that and make it its own post but it never got done. So, if you didn’t already know, I WAS pregnant and now I’m not. Micah Logan was born May 12 at 4:18am he was 6 lbs 9oz and 20” long.


I actually went into labor naturally this time, which is exactly what I had been wanting since I was induced with all the other boys. I wanted to know what it was like to actually go into labor spontaneously and go through that whole crazy ride I always heard people talk about; It just sounded like it was more exciting than just showing up at the hospital and having then do it all for me. I started having strong contractions at around 9:30 on Wednesday night and they were 5 minutes apart I told Skye about it but we both kept thinking that they would go away soon since I had had that happen before but as time went by and the contractions got stronger and longer I knew this was probably the real deal. I told Skye that maybe we should go to the hospital but he really wanted to be sure that it wasn’t false labor so he told me to keep track of then for 1 hour and if they were still there then we would go. At this point my contractions were about 3 minutes apart and crazy painful. We went to bed and of course I could not sleep or even lay down so I got up and walked around while Skye was sleeping. I could barely talk or even move because they were so painful so after about 30 minutes of pure torture I told Skye to wake up and take me to the hospital. I called my mom at 11:30 to come over we got to the hospital at 12:00 and my contractions were 2 minutes apart. I was ready to kill someone if they didn’t give me the epidural. They made me check in first then they took their sweet time asking me questions like what my religious preferences were and if I had a history of diabetes and all that crap that they have to ask. Then the checked hoe far dilated I was and she said it was a 6 and fully effaced, I kept asking them for the epidural but I guess I should have been scramming and crying for them to take me seriously. I guess being calm and tough isn’t always best. Lol Finally at about 1am I got the epidural and I didn’t hate everyone anymore. The story goes on but for time reasons and because I don’t want you to get too bored, I will leave it at that. I’m sure you can figure out the rest.



This little guy is an angel! He barely cries, he cried for a minute when he was born because we MADE him cry but that only lasted a few minutes then he just stopped I even had to ask several times if he was okay because I couldn’t hear him crying, they gave him shots and even during the circumcision he didn’t cry! When I brought him home I was the one making him wake up at night to feed him instead of the other way around and now he only wakes up once every night to eat but he still doesn’t cry. He is seriously the perfect baby. It’s almost too good because I don’t even feel like I had a newborn. I am blessed!



The boys love having a new little brother. They love giving him hugs and kisses. It’s hard to keep them away sometimes. I have to constantly tell them to back up a little because they get too close. I feel bad for Micah I think he gets way too many kisses and they are very slimy. Lol I guess it’s better than jealous brothers.



I have a couple of stories that have happened since Micah was born, like how Tristan almost killed him with a poptart . . . but I might do that another time. ;)

PICTURES COMING SOON!!!