I have been thankful since the moment I wrote it down that I have Hendrik's birth story on record - obviously one of the most momentous occasions of my life, and also something that made me feel so strong and proud (and yet some of the details manage to get hazy in my memory, of course the only reason that anyone would attempt to do it a second time, right?) - that I knew I wanted to write Freddie's too. But it's such a big thing - and not just because his was a 24+ hour process - that it was hard to get started. I was motivated by the ladies at The Girl Next Door to make it happen though, so I set an end of October goal for myself, and here we are!

I'll place the whole thing after the break because it is LONG and try as I might I just couldn't shorten it. Mostly I wrote it for me to have all of those memories on paper (as it were), but I always find it fascinating to read any birth story of any variety, and found it very encouraging and empowering to read personal accounts like this before I went through it myself, so I thought I'd share here as well.
Click through if you have some time/inclination to read, but otherwise, here's the shortest version I could come up with - some things I will always remember about Freddie's birth:
- The nurse helping me to the bathroom in between contractions and commenting how nice my toenail polish looked - so funny because I remember with Hendrik's delivery looking at my toes in the throes of it and thinking "oh darn, I was supposed to get that pedicure before the baby came, but he came early - and my toes look terrible!" I was not going to make that mistake again, and I didn't, ha!
- Being between pushes and wondering what happened to Peter - with him coming back from the bathroom wiping his eyes with toilet paper and saying, "they really should have kleenex in here" - this was so momentous for both of us, the stress and pain at the tail end of a very long day/night of labor but also the excitement and anticipation of finally having a second child in our family.
- How absolutely tiny this baby felt when he was finally placed on my chest - I couldn't believe I had ever held one so small, and indeed it turned out that he was a pound smaller than Hendrik at birth.
- How absolutely huge and long-legged Hendrik seemed when he came into our recovery room to meet his baby brother a few hours later.
- The doctor and nurses asking us, "and what's his name?!" when he was screaming on my chest and they were doing all of the cord cutting and cleanup, and Peter and I meeting eyes across the chaos and nodding. After all of our back and forth all spring and summer about what to name "baby brother": yep, Freddie it is. ๐๐๐













































