call me crazy, but staying in the hospital for the couple days after having a baby always feels like a mini-vacation to me.  i mean, someone brings you warm food three times a day, nurses bring you juice cups, graham crackers, and turkey sandwiches for late night snacks, you get to just lie around in bed all day, and they’ll even whisk the baby off to the nursery if you want to get some shut-eye.  what’s not to love? the only thing that keeps it from being a truly great getaway is the terribly uncomfortable pull-out chair bed that phil gets to sleep on.  i suggested he bring an air…

baby jonah’s here!  wait, did i forget to mention that before?  it’s been a whirlwind of a week and before i forget too many details (though i did keep an outline while in labor), here is our jonah’s birth story. previously, at my 36-week appointment, the doctor said i was at 1-2 cm and the baby’s head was low.  he had said then that if i progressed further by the following week, we might just go ahead and induce if i hadn’t gone already since i had super fast deliveries with the previous babies.  i was comfortable with that plan since one of my bigger fears was going in to…

my unofficial birth plan has but two items on it: have the baby in the hospital.  as in, not at home, not in the car, not in a taxi, not in an ambulance, not in the parking lot outside the hospital. get a good epidural.  period. i figure if i keep it short and simple, i’ll have a greater chance of having the ‘birth of my dreams’.  i told phil it was his job to make this birth plan happen. will let ya know how it goes. any day now…