another boy

Yesterday we birthed our sixth son - he was approximately four inches long and other than his size, appeared to be completely normal. Ten fingers, ten toes and his nose and ears were just starting to form. We named him Leevi Henri, using up the last Finnish name that we've ever liked. Does this mean we're done?

It was a long day and I made some pharmaceutical companies a lot of money with all the drugs I took. Something to induce, something for the resulting nausea and diarrhea, an epidural, then more drugs to prep me for surgery (D&C), then an antibiotic to prevent infection from surgery. One thing leads to another. It took four hours for the epidural to wear off and then I could finally get home.

Amazing how exhausting this has all been, not even taking into consideration the emotional part. But, it feels good to be home. The boys were sad about the whole thing, but more sad that the baby was another boy. Number Two, especially, was feeling bad about the whole thing. Number Three wanted to know why the baby died, which of course no one can answer. But, it was good to tell them about it and even better to see that even at their young ages, they understand sadness and losing something.

Number Two told Hubby later, "It's too bad that the baby in mommy's tummy had to die, because now we'll have to wait two years to get another brother!"

Maybe it's time for a science lesson.