Welcome to the world

Just about fourteen hours after my last blog post, my second son arrived on this earth. So far he's managed to one-up his brother: Shakesperean though Hamlet's tantrums may be, the wee one's entrance itself was a tad more dramatic than any of us anticipated. Four hours of active labor (which, after the last week, I didn't believe was really that active until I was already in transition) brought us to the back of an ambulance, where a team of extremely professional paramedics delivered their first baby ever. They get to put a blue stork on their rig. I get to live with him.

So far, his main activities consist of nursing and sleeping. He appears to have become used to Hamlet's own extremely loud and incredibly close activities, because he sleeps right through them with nary a startle. We'll just see how long that lasts. As for Hamlet, he seems to be adjusting okay to his brother's existence. I think it helped that he got to see fire trucks and flashing lights. And that he doesn't have to share his toys. Yet.

I'm still thinking of a "blog name" for the little critter. Meanwhile, welcome to the world, son. I hope I can make it a good place for you.