The Luckiest No Matter What!

Preston Huron Hundt made his arrival, scheduled arrival I should say, on May 2nd, 2018 at 9:16am.  He weighed 8lbs 12oz and was 21.75 inches long. This baby, like all my others, was not in a 'head down' position.  This baby, like all my other others, was not breech either.  I have delivered four babies that were in the transverse  position.  Babies who present in the transverse position are laying sideways.  For me, that has seemed normal, but apparently, when I looked it up, only about 1% or less of babies are positioned that way at birth making that actually quite rare. I didn't think anything of this position when I was pregnant with twins- I had two large babies in there and of COURSE they found room wherever they could.  Although I was hoping to deliver vaginally, I wasn't terrible surprised or terribly disappointed when it turned out that two babies were not where they needed to be.  I accepted my scheduled C-Section with grace.  With Carter, I was really ho

The two boys who made me a mommy are turning five!  Kindergarten is on the horizon... I can't.  I will never think of May 7th and not get emotional- I remember so vividly being told by Josh that "It's a boy!" when Nolan came out and "It's a boy!" when Judah arrived 90 seconds later.  I was a mom...times two.  My life was enriched and changed... times two.  I was lucky... times two.   My thoughts to them both... Dear Nolan, YOU ARE FIVE!!!   Daddy and I just took you and Judah to kindergarten round up today at Cornell.   You both decided to wear ties so not only did the fact that you were twins make an impression, but your dapper outfits certainly did too.   I went in the room with you and watched you pick a station, sit down, and talk with the adult there and almost burst into tears.   How are you such a person?!   I tell you guys all the time that you can’t possibly be doing all the things that you are doing because I just took you home f

Dear Carter, I wrote you this letter a little early this year for your THIRD birthday because I knew it might be likely I would be at the hospital with your new baby brother or sister.     Although your year has been wonderful; you are SUCH a blessing in our family, lately, you’ve been working on some pretty major changes that have kept you busy and tired as well.   First of all, you started preschool.   Watching you waltz up to Miss Hilarie’s door like you owned the place and running in without so much as a wave goodbye (as I was crying through my sunglasses) was exactly you.   My confident, outgoing guy.   It’s been hard for you to feel like you are missing out on things at home while you are there, but you are doing sensational at school.   I love how much you tell me about your day- please always keep doing that as I will always care. After many, many months of being completely uninterested in anything having to do with the potty, you are beginning to make some steps

5 years ago, I was writing about being the crazy lady who cried (like a lot) during our birthing classes at Sparrow.   I was also the strange women who wiped tears walking through the baby section of Target trying to do our baby registry and had to go home.   I was carrying twins, wonderful, amazing, miracle twins after suffering years of infertility and two miscarriages.   Not that this is a surprise to anyone reading this, but even though pregnancy is a beautiful experience, it is not the easiest ten months for me and my crippling fear. If I even go back farther, 6 years ago, I was writing, right around this time of year, about being told our second pregnancy would not make it- writing about having to have two surgeries to clean out my body since it did not take care of things naturally, feeling so helpless, yet again, as we were starting over.   Lots of tears there too, certainly. Going back even one year farther, (7 years ago) I was blogging about Josh writing me the most b