Zachery Allen Clark
November 15, 2008 4:55 a.m.
8lbs 3oz 21 inches
Brown hair, blue eyes
November 15, 2008 4:55 a.m.
8lbs 3oz 21 inches
Brown hair, blue eyes
We are so excited that our baby boy is finally here! Thank you all for your love and support through it all. We are especially thankful for those who cared for our children and brought us meals. We couldn’t have done it without you!
Here’s a breakdown of the events leading to the birth: (sorry its so lengthy but I just couldn't decide how best to summarize it all since so many things happened that weekend)
Thurs Nov 13 I had my Dr’s appt and was at that time still dilated to a 4 but was 50% effaced. I had a feeling that the wheels were in motion and we would be seeing our baby any day now at that point. When I got home from the Doctors office I could feel something was progressing but nothing for sure. Later on that night about 10 pm, I could feel contractions starting but they were still erratic. My Doctor had specifically said that because I was a VBAC (vaginal birth after c-section) that he wanted me to get to the hospital when my contractions were 7-8 minutes apart and described the contractions as starting in my back and a hardening of my uterus. So I stayed up to keep track of the contractions falling asleep here and there but around 2 am I determined that they were indeed 7-8 minutes apart consistently and the way he described them. Knowing that I was all ready at a 4, I assumed that I could progress very quickly with this being my second “vaginal” birth. So I woke up Jeff and he called his brother and we got the kids out of bed and took them over to their house. Jeff told Lyndsey that we were taking Mommy to the hospital because it was time for Zachery to come out. She said “Ok Daddy” in her half asleep voice and was perfectly fine with the idea of going to Aunt Sharron and Uncle Richards at 2:30 in the morning none the less. Thomas was not so happy, but he managed just fine.
We arrived at the hospital close to 3 am and they admitted me to triage to monitor me and see how far along I really was. The nurse said I was at a 4.5 and still 50% effaced. My contractions upon arriving were than at 4 minutes apart. After monitoring for quite some time and filling out paperwork and answering her questions, she had me walk the hallways of the maternity room for the next hour. I could feel the contractions increasing and becoming more intense as I walked around and thought for sure I was progressing. When I could walk no more I went back into the triage room, just under the hour she wanted me to walk. She put me back on the monitors and I was still the same only now my contractions had spread out to 6 minutes apart?! Weird. Nurse calls Dr and he tells me to go home and come back when my contractions are 4 min apart and more intense. Oh, okay. Not happy that I have to go back home, but later relieved that I did most of my laboring at home where I would be more comfortable and not charged a ridiculous fee for that matter.
We leave the hospital it’s now almost 6 am. Decide I’m starving and figure the way I was feeling that we would just end up turning around and going back anytime. Still in denial that they were sending me home I think. Only place open nearby is IHOP. I order pancakes, eggs, hash browns and bacon with orange juice. Only ate half. Should’ve had something light as that made me feel nauseous an hour later when we got home. I was completely exhausted and decided I had better get some rest to prepare my body for the marathon ahead of me. Jeff even put a blanket on our bedroom window to block out the light to help me sleep easier. The kids were still with his brother, thankfully because I couldn’t have rested properly if they had been home. I slept the best I could over the next 24 hours. The remainder of the day I continue contracting with the contractions being anywhere from 3-10 minutes apart. I knew they weren’t Braxton hicks because they weren’t going away when I moved around or changed positions. I could feel my body progressing slowly. Finally I went to sleep around 10 pm Friday night, disappointed because he still hadn’t come and frustrated with keeping track of contractions all day. I decided I just needed to sleep until my body made it obvious that it was time. Good thinking.
Bam! It’s 2 am and I KNEW it was time. My contractions were 3 minutes apart and they were strong! The best way to describe them is like a shock wave that attacks your mid section in a lightening type manner. Let’s just say it was pretty obvious they weren’t sending me home this time! We sign back into the hospital at 2:55 am. The triage nurse is the “Nervous Nelly” type and I was relieved that she was only my nurse for triage. I’m pretty sure I would’ve gone nuts with her as a nurse. Thankfully the majority of the nurses in this hospital are wonderful. She puts me on the monitor and determines I’m dilated to a 6 now with 3 minute contractions and 100% effaced! Woo Hoo! Now were getting somewhere. We than call my sister, Katie to advise her I’m officially being admitted. Katie is an RN and we had decided it would be a good idea to have her present to run errands and take pictures so Jeff wouldn’t have to leave my side. Plus I thought it would be a good experience for Katie to be there. She also was present at our sister Elisa’s birth to her baby girl Aislynn 5 weeks earlier to the day. The labor and delivery room is at the opposite end of the hallway and the triage nurse asks if I can walk there or if I need a wheelchair. I told her I could walk and as I arrived in front of the nurse’s station to the labor and delivery area, one of the nurses calls out to me “You’re walking at a 6?! Are you kidding me?” I turned to her and said in a fake tough voice “What can I say, I’m one tough chick” and the nurses all laughed. My nurse said that not many patients can walk dilated at a 6. Personally I didn’t see what the fuss was about. I had been practicing Hypno-birthing for several months now and was confident I had my relaxation techniques down, and was determined that this would be as painless, and fast of a delivery as possible. The nurse strapped me to the monitors to get my stats and Zachery’s, before allowing me to Jacuzzi. My sister Katie arrived about 4 am, we brief her on where I’m at just before I step into the Jacuzzi. While I’m in the Jacuzzi the contractions are coming fast and strong but I keep on utilizing my relaxation techniques. I tell myself each contraction is just a calm wave of the ocean coming in and out and visualize a beautiful beach with pure white sand and crystal clear blue waters. I also continue to use my deep breathing techniques remembering to breathe from my abdomen. I’m not sure how long I was in there, maybe about half an hour when Jeff came in to check on me. Just before he came in I had changed positions to the other side and that must have got things moving because as I went to get up I suddenly felt the urge to push! Jeff said in a very concerned voice “Don’t push yet honey, don’t push yet!” I remember almost chuckling to myself (if I could at the time) hearing him say that. I don’t know why it just struck me as funny. The nurse rushed in and hurriedly paged the Doctor to deliver my baby that was inevitably on his way. The Doctor arrived just in time as I was fully dilated and ready to deliver. I started out in what’s called the “Full Moon position” which is basically a half squat and is supposed to let gravity do its thing. However when the nurse strapped the monitor to my belly, Zachery’s heart rate was very low and at the point the Dr said “Tonia I know you didn’t want to deliver on your back but the babies heart rate is dropping and I’m afraid I’m going to need you to.” So I quickly switched to my back knowing the next contraction was coming soon and with three good pushes I had him out of there! Katie kept saying “push on your bottom, push on your bottom!” which helped remind me of what I had read in Dr. Bradley’s book “Husband coached childbirth” which is about natural childbirth practices. He explains the anatomy of a women’s uterus and its close proximity to the muscles used for bowel movements and how they oddly enough use the same type of effort needed to push out a baby as if you were having a very LARGE bowel movement. Not exactly a romantic image but helpful if you need to know which muscles to use to push out a baby. Jeff held my hand the whole time and reminded me to “relax” and “let it go” and to breathe through my contractions. Katie took pictures so Jeff could concentrate on me and our baby. As soon as he came out I just felt my whole body go to jello and I was exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. They placed him on my stomach as they cleaned him up and than whisked him away to suction the fluid out of his lungs as his color wasn’t looking good. After working on him for several minutes while the Doctor stitched me up, they advised me that they would have to take him to the special care unit to put an oxygen tent on him and keep a closer eye on his vitals for awhile. They let me touch his hand in the incubator they used to transport him just before taking him away. I told him to be strong and that everything is going to be just fine. Something inside of me told me he really would be too, so I tried not to stress out too much about it. In the meantime the Dr was still stitching me up, I had a tear just above and below so I guess it was a little tricky. That was more uncomfortable than pushing out my baby believe it or not. It seemed like he was doing that for quite awhile. Katie said “trust me, you want him to take his time”
Katie was so freaked out at how different my labor was compared to my sister Elisa’s it was like night and day. She hardly had to do anything she said. She was only there for an hour before my baby was born and with Elisa it was almost 24 hours! Big difference! Of course it helps that I did almost all my laboring at home about 28 hours later more or less before coming to the hospital again. The labor nurse had even said “If you decide to come back tomorrow and deliver another baby I have no problem with that, you were just a pleasure to work with!” After words I told my Doctor that I knew he would be born by 5 am and he was born at 4:55 am! I had told him earlier when I first arrived that this would be a quick and simple birth and he would barely break a sweat, which he laughed about. But than when he came back less than two hours later, he said “I didn’t even get a cat nap in!” I thought that was pretty funny. I found out later that I was the talk of the nurses station with my “all natural childbirth” and how fast and effortless my labor seemed. My labor and delivery nurse had told me that of all the deliveries she’s witnessed 95% had epidurals. I think that’s kind of sad because that tells me most women don’t have enough confidence in themselves and their bodies to give birth naturally. I can understand being freaked out for your first labor but I think most women don’t even give natural childbirth a real chance. If you educate yourself about it well in advance, childbirth is not as frightening as people make it out to be. It just takes faith in yourself and Heavenly Father I believe. Trust me I couldn’t have done it without his help. I constantly prayed for the strength to get through all my children’s births.
About an hour after he was born I was than wheel-chaired over to the special care nursery so I could check on my baby. They had told me that he needed to be on oxygen for awhile possibly overnight. That didn’t thrill me to say the least. They started him out at 50% oxygen and than by later in the late afternoon they finally had him weaned off all together. At first they weren’t sure if I would be able to nurse him because his respiratory rate was high and they were afraid he would aspirate while nursing and that he may have to be put on an IV. Again not thrilled with this, so we prayed that he would improve and I would be able to nurse him. Awhile later the Pediatrician on call came to my room and stated that he would allow me to nurse him and they would continue to monitor while doing so and see how he does. I was elated! All though he was doing fine off the oxygen, his respiratory rate was not doing well when he first began nursing with each feeding, so they decide he needed to stay monitored through the night. This meant I had to get up to nurse him throughout the night. The nurses called me in my room every 2-3 hours to come nurse him. Talk about the walking dead. I was SOOOOOOO exhausted at this point. It was all I could do to stay awake for those feedings. By morning he had improved vastly but the next concern the Dr had was that he hadn’t had a wet diaper for several hours and he was concerned about dehydration, even though he was nursing like a champ. We had hoped to go home that day (Sunday) but the Dr stated that he needed to have one good wet diaper by 6 pm before he could release him, otherwise he would have to stay overnight again and have other measures taken. If he did wet his diaper than we could be released by 8 pm that night. Once again we prayed for Zachery that he would be able to go home with us that night. Wouldn’t you know that by 5:30 pm not only did he have a wet diaper but he soaked through it, his outfit and me! Jeff rushed to tell the nurses and showed them his wet diaper as proof. However there was a small glitch the Dr forgot to make notes in his chart and sign a release form and he wouldn’t be returning until morning. They were going to make us stay overnight! I told Jeff he better make it clear that this is NOT what the Dr. told us. The nurses called the Dr. and got him to verbally approve his discharge. We were going home! My Dr had all ready approved my discharge for whenever my baby was discharged either that night or in the morning if I chose. By about 8:45 pm we were out of there! We picked up Lyndsey on the way home because she apparently got hysterical when Katie told her it was bed time and she cried and cried for her Mommy and Daddy. Thomas (who hadn’t napped that day), had all ready crashed by that time. We felt bad because we knew that they had been separated from both of us for longer than they had ever been. It was hard on them both.
My parents were here from Saturday until that Wednesday to help out. Jeff took off Monday because he felt that Lyndsey and Thomas needed their Daddy and he wanted some time with Zachery and me as well. Lyndsey and Thomas love their new brother and constantly fight over who gets to hold him. When Jeff gets home from work Lyndsey even argues with him to get a chance to hold him when Jeff wants too.
Tuesday Nov 18 was his first Pediatric appointment. He checked out great! He weighed in at 7lbs 10 oz which was a normal weight loss they said.
So far he’s been a very mellow baby and we are so thrilled to have him as part of our family. I am healing nicely and have only had minor pains here and there, but otherwise doing just great.
I have to say though the whole afterbirth contractions just cracks me up. It’s like natures way of messing with your head. You’re thinking oh I just had a baby the worst is behind me……..NOT! Why not have some MORE contractions! Because the first several days before birth weren’t enough right! Oh and don’t forget the fun filled weeks of bleeding forever and ever and getting to wear diaper like pads….yeah!
Zachery is now one week old and still doing great. We are so thrilled to have him in our lives. He’s so sweet and mellow, hardly ever fusses unless he’s hungry or needs a diaper change. Even though he’s our biggest baby yet, he still seems so tiny to me. Especially compared to Thomas, my Mom once said that whenever she brought a new baby home her next youngest all of a sudden seemed so huge. I know exactly what she means now.
Thurs Nov 13 I had my Dr’s appt and was at that time still dilated to a 4 but was 50% effaced. I had a feeling that the wheels were in motion and we would be seeing our baby any day now at that point. When I got home from the Doctors office I could feel something was progressing but nothing for sure. Later on that night about 10 pm, I could feel contractions starting but they were still erratic. My Doctor had specifically said that because I was a VBAC (vaginal birth after c-section) that he wanted me to get to the hospital when my contractions were 7-8 minutes apart and described the contractions as starting in my back and a hardening of my uterus. So I stayed up to keep track of the contractions falling asleep here and there but around 2 am I determined that they were indeed 7-8 minutes apart consistently and the way he described them. Knowing that I was all ready at a 4, I assumed that I could progress very quickly with this being my second “vaginal” birth. So I woke up Jeff and he called his brother and we got the kids out of bed and took them over to their house. Jeff told Lyndsey that we were taking Mommy to the hospital because it was time for Zachery to come out. She said “Ok Daddy” in her half asleep voice and was perfectly fine with the idea of going to Aunt Sharron and Uncle Richards at 2:30 in the morning none the less. Thomas was not so happy, but he managed just fine.
We arrived at the hospital close to 3 am and they admitted me to triage to monitor me and see how far along I really was. The nurse said I was at a 4.5 and still 50% effaced. My contractions upon arriving were than at 4 minutes apart. After monitoring for quite some time and filling out paperwork and answering her questions, she had me walk the hallways of the maternity room for the next hour. I could feel the contractions increasing and becoming more intense as I walked around and thought for sure I was progressing. When I could walk no more I went back into the triage room, just under the hour she wanted me to walk. She put me back on the monitors and I was still the same only now my contractions had spread out to 6 minutes apart?! Weird. Nurse calls Dr and he tells me to go home and come back when my contractions are 4 min apart and more intense. Oh, okay. Not happy that I have to go back home, but later relieved that I did most of my laboring at home where I would be more comfortable and not charged a ridiculous fee for that matter.
We leave the hospital it’s now almost 6 am. Decide I’m starving and figure the way I was feeling that we would just end up turning around and going back anytime. Still in denial that they were sending me home I think. Only place open nearby is IHOP. I order pancakes, eggs, hash browns and bacon with orange juice. Only ate half. Should’ve had something light as that made me feel nauseous an hour later when we got home. I was completely exhausted and decided I had better get some rest to prepare my body for the marathon ahead of me. Jeff even put a blanket on our bedroom window to block out the light to help me sleep easier. The kids were still with his brother, thankfully because I couldn’t have rested properly if they had been home. I slept the best I could over the next 24 hours. The remainder of the day I continue contracting with the contractions being anywhere from 3-10 minutes apart. I knew they weren’t Braxton hicks because they weren’t going away when I moved around or changed positions. I could feel my body progressing slowly. Finally I went to sleep around 10 pm Friday night, disappointed because he still hadn’t come and frustrated with keeping track of contractions all day. I decided I just needed to sleep until my body made it obvious that it was time. Good thinking.
Bam! It’s 2 am and I KNEW it was time. My contractions were 3 minutes apart and they were strong! The best way to describe them is like a shock wave that attacks your mid section in a lightening type manner. Let’s just say it was pretty obvious they weren’t sending me home this time! We sign back into the hospital at 2:55 am. The triage nurse is the “Nervous Nelly” type and I was relieved that she was only my nurse for triage. I’m pretty sure I would’ve gone nuts with her as a nurse. Thankfully the majority of the nurses in this hospital are wonderful. She puts me on the monitor and determines I’m dilated to a 6 now with 3 minute contractions and 100% effaced! Woo Hoo! Now were getting somewhere. We than call my sister, Katie to advise her I’m officially being admitted. Katie is an RN and we had decided it would be a good idea to have her present to run errands and take pictures so Jeff wouldn’t have to leave my side. Plus I thought it would be a good experience for Katie to be there. She also was present at our sister Elisa’s birth to her baby girl Aislynn 5 weeks earlier to the day. The labor and delivery room is at the opposite end of the hallway and the triage nurse asks if I can walk there or if I need a wheelchair. I told her I could walk and as I arrived in front of the nurse’s station to the labor and delivery area, one of the nurses calls out to me “You’re walking at a 6?! Are you kidding me?” I turned to her and said in a fake tough voice “What can I say, I’m one tough chick” and the nurses all laughed. My nurse said that not many patients can walk dilated at a 6. Personally I didn’t see what the fuss was about. I had been practicing Hypno-birthing for several months now and was confident I had my relaxation techniques down, and was determined that this would be as painless, and fast of a delivery as possible. The nurse strapped me to the monitors to get my stats and Zachery’s, before allowing me to Jacuzzi. My sister Katie arrived about 4 am, we brief her on where I’m at just before I step into the Jacuzzi. While I’m in the Jacuzzi the contractions are coming fast and strong but I keep on utilizing my relaxation techniques. I tell myself each contraction is just a calm wave of the ocean coming in and out and visualize a beautiful beach with pure white sand and crystal clear blue waters. I also continue to use my deep breathing techniques remembering to breathe from my abdomen. I’m not sure how long I was in there, maybe about half an hour when Jeff came in to check on me. Just before he came in I had changed positions to the other side and that must have got things moving because as I went to get up I suddenly felt the urge to push! Jeff said in a very concerned voice “Don’t push yet honey, don’t push yet!” I remember almost chuckling to myself (if I could at the time) hearing him say that. I don’t know why it just struck me as funny. The nurse rushed in and hurriedly paged the Doctor to deliver my baby that was inevitably on his way. The Doctor arrived just in time as I was fully dilated and ready to deliver. I started out in what’s called the “Full Moon position” which is basically a half squat and is supposed to let gravity do its thing. However when the nurse strapped the monitor to my belly, Zachery’s heart rate was very low and at the point the Dr said “Tonia I know you didn’t want to deliver on your back but the babies heart rate is dropping and I’m afraid I’m going to need you to.” So I quickly switched to my back knowing the next contraction was coming soon and with three good pushes I had him out of there! Katie kept saying “push on your bottom, push on your bottom!” which helped remind me of what I had read in Dr. Bradley’s book “Husband coached childbirth” which is about natural childbirth practices. He explains the anatomy of a women’s uterus and its close proximity to the muscles used for bowel movements and how they oddly enough use the same type of effort needed to push out a baby as if you were having a very LARGE bowel movement. Not exactly a romantic image but helpful if you need to know which muscles to use to push out a baby. Jeff held my hand the whole time and reminded me to “relax” and “let it go” and to breathe through my contractions. Katie took pictures so Jeff could concentrate on me and our baby. As soon as he came out I just felt my whole body go to jello and I was exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. They placed him on my stomach as they cleaned him up and than whisked him away to suction the fluid out of his lungs as his color wasn’t looking good. After working on him for several minutes while the Doctor stitched me up, they advised me that they would have to take him to the special care unit to put an oxygen tent on him and keep a closer eye on his vitals for awhile. They let me touch his hand in the incubator they used to transport him just before taking him away. I told him to be strong and that everything is going to be just fine. Something inside of me told me he really would be too, so I tried not to stress out too much about it. In the meantime the Dr was still stitching me up, I had a tear just above and below so I guess it was a little tricky. That was more uncomfortable than pushing out my baby believe it or not. It seemed like he was doing that for quite awhile. Katie said “trust me, you want him to take his time”
Katie was so freaked out at how different my labor was compared to my sister Elisa’s it was like night and day. She hardly had to do anything she said. She was only there for an hour before my baby was born and with Elisa it was almost 24 hours! Big difference! Of course it helps that I did almost all my laboring at home about 28 hours later more or less before coming to the hospital again. The labor nurse had even said “If you decide to come back tomorrow and deliver another baby I have no problem with that, you were just a pleasure to work with!” After words I told my Doctor that I knew he would be born by 5 am and he was born at 4:55 am! I had told him earlier when I first arrived that this would be a quick and simple birth and he would barely break a sweat, which he laughed about. But than when he came back less than two hours later, he said “I didn’t even get a cat nap in!” I thought that was pretty funny. I found out later that I was the talk of the nurses station with my “all natural childbirth” and how fast and effortless my labor seemed. My labor and delivery nurse had told me that of all the deliveries she’s witnessed 95% had epidurals. I think that’s kind of sad because that tells me most women don’t have enough confidence in themselves and their bodies to give birth naturally. I can understand being freaked out for your first labor but I think most women don’t even give natural childbirth a real chance. If you educate yourself about it well in advance, childbirth is not as frightening as people make it out to be. It just takes faith in yourself and Heavenly Father I believe. Trust me I couldn’t have done it without his help. I constantly prayed for the strength to get through all my children’s births.
About an hour after he was born I was than wheel-chaired over to the special care nursery so I could check on my baby. They had told me that he needed to be on oxygen for awhile possibly overnight. That didn’t thrill me to say the least. They started him out at 50% oxygen and than by later in the late afternoon they finally had him weaned off all together. At first they weren’t sure if I would be able to nurse him because his respiratory rate was high and they were afraid he would aspirate while nursing and that he may have to be put on an IV. Again not thrilled with this, so we prayed that he would improve and I would be able to nurse him. Awhile later the Pediatrician on call came to my room and stated that he would allow me to nurse him and they would continue to monitor while doing so and see how he does. I was elated! All though he was doing fine off the oxygen, his respiratory rate was not doing well when he first began nursing with each feeding, so they decide he needed to stay monitored through the night. This meant I had to get up to nurse him throughout the night. The nurses called me in my room every 2-3 hours to come nurse him. Talk about the walking dead. I was SOOOOOOO exhausted at this point. It was all I could do to stay awake for those feedings. By morning he had improved vastly but the next concern the Dr had was that he hadn’t had a wet diaper for several hours and he was concerned about dehydration, even though he was nursing like a champ. We had hoped to go home that day (Sunday) but the Dr stated that he needed to have one good wet diaper by 6 pm before he could release him, otherwise he would have to stay overnight again and have other measures taken. If he did wet his diaper than we could be released by 8 pm that night. Once again we prayed for Zachery that he would be able to go home with us that night. Wouldn’t you know that by 5:30 pm not only did he have a wet diaper but he soaked through it, his outfit and me! Jeff rushed to tell the nurses and showed them his wet diaper as proof. However there was a small glitch the Dr forgot to make notes in his chart and sign a release form and he wouldn’t be returning until morning. They were going to make us stay overnight! I told Jeff he better make it clear that this is NOT what the Dr. told us. The nurses called the Dr. and got him to verbally approve his discharge. We were going home! My Dr had all ready approved my discharge for whenever my baby was discharged either that night or in the morning if I chose. By about 8:45 pm we were out of there! We picked up Lyndsey on the way home because she apparently got hysterical when Katie told her it was bed time and she cried and cried for her Mommy and Daddy. Thomas (who hadn’t napped that day), had all ready crashed by that time. We felt bad because we knew that they had been separated from both of us for longer than they had ever been. It was hard on them both.
My parents were here from Saturday until that Wednesday to help out. Jeff took off Monday because he felt that Lyndsey and Thomas needed their Daddy and he wanted some time with Zachery and me as well. Lyndsey and Thomas love their new brother and constantly fight over who gets to hold him. When Jeff gets home from work Lyndsey even argues with him to get a chance to hold him when Jeff wants too.
Tuesday Nov 18 was his first Pediatric appointment. He checked out great! He weighed in at 7lbs 10 oz which was a normal weight loss they said.
So far he’s been a very mellow baby and we are so thrilled to have him as part of our family. I am healing nicely and have only had minor pains here and there, but otherwise doing just great.
I have to say though the whole afterbirth contractions just cracks me up. It’s like natures way of messing with your head. You’re thinking oh I just had a baby the worst is behind me……..NOT! Why not have some MORE contractions! Because the first several days before birth weren’t enough right! Oh and don’t forget the fun filled weeks of bleeding forever and ever and getting to wear diaper like pads….yeah!
Zachery is now one week old and still doing great. We are so thrilled to have him in our lives. He’s so sweet and mellow, hardly ever fusses unless he’s hungry or needs a diaper change. Even though he’s our biggest baby yet, he still seems so tiny to me. Especially compared to Thomas, my Mom once said that whenever she brought a new baby home her next youngest all of a sudden seemed so huge. I know exactly what she means now.
