I've been looking forward to writing this post for a while now...its just been a little difficult to find a few spare minutes this past week... :)

So our sweet Ira Clarkson has been with us for 10 days now, and its true again, post partum time goes much more quickly than pre - and when it's all said and done, you look back and marvel at all the life changing events that have just transpired. Birth is one of the most amazing things I will ever experience, I'm sure of that.

Labor was easy peasy this time (haha, who am I trying to kid?) -- no really, it was slow to start, but went quickly when active finally started (about 4hrs)... All in all, it was another miraculous experience, and I feel really blessed. 

best feeling. ever.

meeting daddy

We loved our hospital stay, the care was great and the time was quiet. We had nice long visits with family (especially sweet big sister Imogen)...and some friends that brought dinner one night.  There was lots and lots of snuggle time with baby. It was lovely. 

i'm almost certain that they're visiting about golf

a few hours old

We got home on Sunday afternoon and have had a very pleasant week since then. Huge thanks goes to Grammi and Granddad (T's parents) for staying at our house with Imogen and bringing her up to the hospital for visits during our stay (and for generally spoiling her, I'm sure).  And another heaping dose of thanks to Nonna (my mom) for coming and staying a few days last week...I never lifted a finger. No joke. 

And thanks to friends and family for all the food and the visits and the love.

Our new darling is such a sweet and cuddly baby, we've all been loving loving him. :)

love Imogen's face

So, there it is. The responsibility of being Mom of 2 has not set in yet, I'm sure of that. And I can't say that I'm looking forward to the overwhelming days that I'm sure are in my future...but for now, I feel good. I feel healthy. I love my 3.

Yes, I say it again, God is good.

More to come. Love to you all.

hello, world.

Ira Clarkson Campbell 

December 7, 2012 - 2:36am

7lbs 12oz -- 19 1/2"

Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, 
His lovingkindness is everlasting.
Ps. 107:1

forty.

How about a little photo comparison?


Baby Girl Campbell: 40 weeks
(aka Imogen Violet)

Baby Boy Campbell: 40 weeks
(aka Harry Potter)

I think my face may look a tad less puffy this time around...but I'm wondering if it may have something to do with that neat, camouflaging  scarf I'm sporting.
And a word about the outfit...I told my dear husband right around Thanksgiving time, "well, get used to seeing me in these black clothes...because they're about the only thing that still fits, so I'll probably wear them any time I'm going anywhere."  And I have.


Just waiting around on this little bugger.  Feeling...eh...forty weeks, which honestly is not the most comfortable way to feel, but, you know, what can you do?  As I type, I'm sipping red raspberry tea, savoring the feeling of clary sage oil tingling into my foot pores...and all other manner of labor inducing witchcraft.
:)

The false labor this time has been a total beast, but I hear its not uncommon with second+ babies.

Any day. Really.

Thanks to you all for the thoughts and prayers.
And waiting on baby is a little easier when you hang out with this sweet/crazy all day:

Well, both of them, actually:

Looking quite forward to meeting the new one. But I said that already.

And I probably should mention my extreme gratitude to T for helping me out so much in the past few days...gotta admit that I've been off and on slumpish waiting on my new sweet/crazy to make his appearance.  Secret's out. 

:)

Love to you all.