On Tuesday, February 14th my alarm went off at 6am, though I was awake long before I heard it. When I finally rolled out bed, I realized that I had slept maybe 2 – 3 hours. And still no contractions. The Hubster and I got ready, made plans to have my parents meet us later, then it was off to the hospital. We walked in together, very aware that the next time we left our little family would have grown from two to three. We arrived at the maternity ward at 7:30am. We were shown to our room by our nurse (whom I came to love), then sent to another…

The beginning of the wee-bean’s story is a little bit sad. I want to be completely honest about what I experienced before and during labor which is why I’m including it. Seven weeks ago today I was already several days past my due date, and I confessed my anxieties and reservations about being induced to you. Time continued to pass, and by Friday, February 10th it looked as though the induction was happening. My midwife booked an appointment for me to meet with an obstetrician for the following Monday, though we both had our fingers crossed that I would go into labor naturally over the weekend. Well, the weekend came…

Who knew a world could change so completely in six short weeks. Granted, some of those short weeks had some incredibly long days, but when I look at my little Ruby I can’t believe she’s already been a part of our family for that long. Shortly after she was born, everyone told me that things seem to take a corner by 6 weeks, and that things would get a little easier. They were right. Not that Ruby has been a difficult baby–it couldn’t be more opposite–but she does need my attention much of the time, and I happily give it to her. (She’s simply too cute. I can’t say no.)…