Meet Tate

Photo Taken 4/15

On Friday 4/13 in the morning we left school and went to the hospital because I was in labor.  We were sent home.  I was quite unhappy about it, but it was what it was. 

On Saturday 4/14 at around 2 in the morning I woke Lukas up (after a few hours of intense data collection of contractions).  This time I was not sent home because I was already 7 cm.  Less than 2 hours later he was here!  Tate was born on 4/14 at 4:41 am.  Does anyone else see a future jersey number?

Having Tate was a breeze.  It was extremely fast, there were no pre-eclampsia episodes.  No fainting in the bathroom.  No re-admitting.

Tate is as sweet as can be and has been since day 1.  Right when we met for the first time I told him that I was his mommy and he was my baby and he calmed right down and looked at me.  He had the most lovely round head and was already chubby (that couldn't have had anything to do with the donuts!)  He's really chilled out and mellow.  I knew that he would be because he already was when I was pregnant with him.

Since coming home (ahem, almost 3 months ago) our lives have been super happy and wonderful and exhausting (2 boys under 2 years people!)  People ask me if having the second one is easier and I don't know how to answer that.  I feel significantly calmer as a mother than I ever did with Cameron, and that makes my response to things a lot easier.  I will also say that the things that truly stressed me out when Cameron was brand new don't seem so stressful this time around, but I don't know if that's because it's easier or because I can approach it better. 

And if you're wondering about this guy...

Easter Sunday

He's just fine and dandy!  He is all over the place and talking all of the time.  Since getting a new little brother, he has learned new concepts such as "nice" and "gentle".  He enjoys helping and in the morning when he wakes up he asks for Tate.  For a long time though, Tate was "Baby".  He loves to kiss Tate and count his toes.  I think that they're going to be good pals.