I'd love to post about July 4th... the fireworks, watermelon, swimming, but today I'm focusing on July 6th. What happened last July 6? After being quite bummed that our new baby didn't come on the 4th, then the 5th (Grandma's birthday), I went to the doctor. They checked the fluid levels which had become a routine thing and decided they'd induce the 7th. So I went home and got ready and excited and just waited. Bryan and I decided to watch a movie and at about 11:45pm I had a contraction. Then another at 11:52. 7 minutes apart, and a bit uncomfortable, so I decided to call the doctor in the morning. Little did I know then they'd speed up. The following were 2 minutes apart. I'm sure angels were with us as we made it to the car and hospital (only one other car on the road, so Bryan did some convenient maneuvering). Luckily there was no baby born on the sidewalk that night (although I spent a bit of time laying there), and at 2:17pm we had Quentin. What a beautiful little man despite his bruises from birth.
What a fun little guy he is. He loves chasing Avery and Cole around. His favorite food is watermelon and he just recently moved into his non-infant carseat. He loves when Daddy throws him into the air and smiles when he sees faces he knows. Q likes to sleep in my arms, during dinner in his chair, or in the pool in his floaty ring. He had his first sip of milk a few minutes ago and seems to like it. We'll see. What an amazing gift God has given us. We can't wait to see what Quentin's future adventures will be.
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