Three years old

Three years old today! Three years ago, in the middle of the night, after a short and smooth labor that I experienced almost entirely alone (which was magical), Samuel Whitman Russell arrived. His 7 lbs 9 oz arrival (one week early) quickly refuted all of the late-pregnancy medical angst the midwives had visited on me (I’m too small, he’s too small, he might be a dwarf, I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t wind up in the NICU, etc).
Despite not knowing in any kind of instinctive way what gender baby I was carrying while pregnant (in stark contrast to my pregnancy with Grace), my utter shock at delivering a boy demonstrated some assumption that I was having another girl.
And three years have gone by in the blink of an eye!

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