The Campbells: June 2013

May 1^st was an absolute gorgeous day outside. For some reason, that’s my main memory of that day (besides the fact that our little girl was born!). Our sweet Hannah Grace came into this world at 2:28 PM, weighing 8 pounds 4 ounces and was 19 inches long. We, of course, were instantly in love!

I guess third times a charm because I finally got to have the kind of labor and delivery I always wanted. I didn’t have to be hooked up or confined to anything! No “liquid hell” (aka Pitocin), no IV fluids or constant fetal monitoring. The fact that I could walk to the bathroom without it being a huge production (i.e. dragging the IV pole and having the monitors constantly slipping off me) was the most freeing feeling. Who knew going to the bathroom could feel so liberating. HAHA! And then, most importantly, our baby girl was perfectly healthy. The way everything went was really such a blessing. Thank you Lord!

People ask me all the time “what’s it like with 3?” My usual response is, “It’s CRAZY but fun.” You think you’ve got multi-tasking down with 2 and then, once another one comes along, it’s taken to a whole new level. HAHA. I couldn’t have asked for 2 sweeter big sisters. Clara and Ella absolutely adore her and want to “help” all the time. Apparently in 2-year-old-world, getting to throw a dirty diaper away in the Diaper Champ is a HUGE deal. Clara really is a “little mommy”, so naturally sweet and nurturing with her. Hannah has been very good to us too, sleeping and eating great. She's an absolute doll, and I can't stop kissing her or telling her how cute she is.

And since it’s Father’s day I have to brag about the father of our family. I seriously couldn’t ask for a better partner to parent with. Jason has to be the most selfless, hardworking, dedicated, loving husband and father I could ask to be married to. I’m amazed how he puts himself last every day. How he continually seeks to find ways to make mine and the girls’ days easier before he leaves for work. He loves his 3 sweeties and indulges my silliness (for example, me doing “tribal dances” with the girls to Lion King songs or my attempts to read Veggie Tale books in various worldwide accents). I’m still not sure how I ended up with him. Thank goodness for God’s grace on me!

I’m pretty sure I will look back on this stage of life and think, “how the heck did we do that?” Or maybe we’ll hardly remember it because it will all be a blur. All I know is that Jesus and coffee get me through a lot of days. HAHA.

Despite the lack of sleep, crazy 2 year old tantrums, a 3 year old going on 13 and laundry that somehow quadruples by the hour, I’m loving this time. As crazy as that sounds. Or maybe I’m just starting to go crazy myself…… ;)

Leaving for the hospital