Things have been crazy hectic over here; between Jay’s new job and the new baby… well, at least we’re all still alive. I’ve been dying to put up Kenji’s birth story but I just can’t get to it. Hopefully I’ll have some time in the next few weeks to post. I think about it all the time, going over how it could have been better (even though it blew the hospital birth out of the water). Although I loved my home birth, I’m also glad I had a hospital birth; having the two to compare is amazing. (If I had the home birth first, I doubt very much that I would have ever had a hospital birth.) I’m grateful that both were free of complications, although I still analyze and ponder how each could have gone smoother and quicker.

Unlike with Takeshi’s birth, I am already thinking about the next baby. Jay says he is done; sometimes I think Kenji’s birth took a bigger toll on him than it did on me. I will say that without him I don’t think I could have done it. Granted, it would have happened whether he was there or not but his presence (and complete attentiveness to me) made all the difference in the world. I was impressed with him during Takeshi’s birth but he far surpassed all expectations that I had of him with Kenji’s birth; it was amazing and I’m so glad he was there. But I still say he owes me a girl since he had been proclaiming from the moment Takeshi was born that child #2 would be a girl. Well Kenji is here and those things between his legs say otherwise.