He's here!

Mere hours after the below post, Mr. Maks O'Brian made his glorious (and rapid) entry into the world. (And may I say I was extra-tired during the labour because I was up late the night before posting that, so you're welcome!) Born at 1:20 p.m. on Thursday, October 9, Maks was 20.5 inches long and weighed 7lbs 4oz.

He was in quite the hurry to get out. After 6 hours of mild early labour, things alarmingly sped up aroung 11 a.m., so I decided to call my midwife. After hearing me go through a single contraction, she agreed it was time to head in. Out of sheer luck, she was already at the hospital...which was wonderful considering she lives 40 minutes away.

Brian and I quickly made our way to the hospital where, this time, I was the one who got us lost. (That was Brian's job last time.) After meeting up with the midwife at about noon, I was shocked to discover I was already 7-8 cm dilated. She immediately called for the secondary midwife and we were off to the races. To make a short labour story even shorter, an hour of intense pain and 20 minutes of pushing later, and baby Maks was born. Brian and I couldn't have been happier. He is perfect and beautiful. The best part? We were all home enjoying dinner just 3 hours later. Pure bliss!

And what about Miss Kaylin you ask? Well, she loooooves her baby brother! Almost too much. She and I are currently battling to see who can give him the most kisses...and she might be winning.

Patience is a Virtue

Well, no babies yet. We're down to less than 20 days till our estimated due date and all is quiet on the fetal-front. So I'm just trying to be patient and enjoy what little time I have left to shop, eat junk food, and wear a normal, non-nursing bra.

But as Kaylin will tell you, I'm not the most patient person in the world. A few weeks ago, we were in a four-car line-up at the bank drive-thru when I--obviously exasperated--exclaimed something to the effect of, "Oh, come on!"

Kaylin, in her ultimate toddler-wisdom, instructed me from the back seat on how to be more patient.

"Mom, you can't get frustrated," she told me, "you just have to wait your turn!"

So true, little person, so true.

And so, I am not getting frustrated. I am just waiting my turn to have a second baby. I promise, Kaylin.