Wednesday, December 8, 2010  The World's Longest Homebirth Story
(the story not the birth!)   So, Spencer decided that mommy
having had a baby 72 hours ago meant it was TIME TO HAVE THE
STOMACH FLU.  I know, right?  I swear if I'd had Ezra at the
hospital, I would've refused to come home. Maybe I can go check
in now.. what do you think?  I am MOSTLY kidding.  Kind of.  But
seriously, I mean, like vomit? Really??  Anyway, I've been
mulling over HOW to convey to the world Ezra's birth day. How
can I explain to people, to the INTERWEBS, to anyone exactly how
it all went down without sounding like a whiny, spoiled brat?  I
dunno. So, I'm just gonna put it out there and ya'll can do with
it what you want. How's THAT?  Hang on to your hats folks.
Let's start on Friday, December 3rd, shall we?  Kim, my good
friend and fantastically talented midwife was flying in from
Vegas on Friday. I knew when we moved to Utah that I *could*
find a great midwife here, but I didn't want to. Plain and
simple. Kim knows me, she know