I’ve heard the grumblings. “Where’s Mark gone?” “Is he back yet?” “What’s he up to now?”
Okay, maybe you didn’t care, but we have been busy. More accurately, Karen has been busy.
Little boy #4 showed up on Tuesday morning, just before lunch. Well, he didn’t just “show up,” he had to be forcibly cut from Mommy because Monday night he did a somersault and turned breech. He’s the fourth child, the fourth boy, he had to be the first at something. So he’s the first c-section. Wonderful. At least there’s not going to be a #5 (sorry Bennie) thanks to the other procedure they did Tuesday morning.
“Yeah, yeah, what’s his name?” His name is Nathaniel. After my contest I’m sure I had my mother in law worried that he’d never have a name. And with good reason. He didn’t have a name for the first 27 hours. We introduced the boys to him that first night and told them “No, he doesn’t have a name yet.” To be honest we probably won’t call him Nathaniel much. He’s already been graced with a few nicknames. I’ve been calling him Mr. Cheeks.
We finally brought home mom and baby on Thursday at lunchtime, and everyone is glad that they’re home. Ben seems the happiest though. Many posts later dealing with his reactions to baby brother.