
Arthur took his time. He was born about 12 hours after my contractions started (including an hour of pushing), which, according to the midwives, was not really that bad for a first labor.
This time around, I woke up at 11:30 pm because my water had broke. Then the contractions came on, but they weren't 1 minute long and 4 minutes apart. They were 1 minute long and 2 minutes apart! Eek! We called Marcy (who came over to spend the night with Arthur) and then Sarah (who was going to watch him the next morning until we came home). Marcy made it over safely despite the snow (another 4 inches or so) and we were off to the Birth Center.

Balin was born March 28th at 1:31 am. He was 8 lbs 12 oz - almost a whole pound bigger than Arthur! - and 20 1/4" long. He's healthy and happy and has reddish hair. I hope he gets to keep that.
As we were pulling into the driveway this morning, we were a little concerned to find no one home. Sarah had kidnapped Arthur and had taken him to her house where he spent the entire day playing, eating, and watching Bob the Builder. In fact, when we did call the conversation went something like this:
Robinson: Hi, Sarah, it's Robinson. How's Arthur?
Sarah: He's fine. Do you want to talk to him?
Robinson: Sure.
Sarah (to Arthur): Hey, Arthur, do you want to talk to your dad?
(No response.)
Robinson: Ask him if he wants to talk to Mommy.
Sarah (to Arthur): Do you want to talk to your mom?
Arthur (to Sarah): No. I'm playing.

Balin is eager to meet his older brother and give him a gift. I think Arthur is eager to meet Balin to see what all the fuss is about.
Blessed be.
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