Hello again.

Boy oh boy time just slips right on by faster than I can process these days. It’s been almost an entire year since I’ve written and I truly feel like this is my first time I’ve had a moment to even think about writing anything.

Being a mom of two can do that to you I guess! But it’s oh so wonderful.

As my days fill up with more mouths to feed, laundry to do, snuggles to get in, and love to give out I feel like my time to write will dwindle more and more. With that being said I’m sure these posts will be far and few between over the coming years. I’ve changed so much as a person since I started these little posts 6 years ago.

I have a whole adult life!! A husband, two kiddos, a home, a career. When I started this I was a girl with no idea where she was going or what the next day would hold. I must admit, I miss her sometimes but not in a ‘I want to go back to her’ way. I miss her in a ‘I should’ve soaked it in a little more’ way.

Every season of my life has a different reason for me to miss it but I know without a doubt in my mind these past 6 years will stand out as my highlight reel when I’m old and gray.

I saw a post the other day that talked about how special it is to be in a spot in life where you’re surrounded by the people who gave you life and the people you’ve given life to. I’ve never really thought about how not everyone experiences that. I really let that soak in. Not only have I been able to share my kids with my parents but also 3/4 of my grandparents and even one of my great grandparents for two years (I miss you gram!).

After seeing that post it really hit me that I’m lucky in ways that some of the people closest to me will yearn for for the rest of their lives. Living without a parent to experience the gift of parenthood with. I really do wish I could bring back my best friends dad and my uncle. So my best Mindy and my cousins can experience that joy of showing off themselves giving out the love they received for so long.

I won’t take it for granted anymore.

I know motherhood isn’t for everyone and that’s so okay. I just hope everyone loves something as much as I love my sweet faces I get to wake up to every morning (Michaels included in this because he sometimes likes to act like he’s my third child- love you babe!!!).

So let me tell about my newest sweet face added to my morning line up!

We welcomed Callum Christian on 9.18.25, bright and early that morning! Actually no, not bright. It was indeed still dark out when he came!

About half way through my pregnancy I had a feeling I was going to have him before his due date of 9.21.

I felt more uncomfortable, more round, more ready than I did with Stella so I was nervous about going into labor naturally. With Stinky Stell (weird nickname but oh well) I was induced on her due date so I had no clue what to expect with the thought of me going natural.

I was so nervous the last month. Getting Braxton Hicks contractions, always wondering if my water was going to break while I was in Wegmans or on a walk around the neighborhood.

It’s silly thinking back about how nervous I was even though it was my second time around.

I woke up at midnight on 9.17 thinking I was having the usual Braxton Hicks. I moved around a bit to attempt to make them go away… no luck. I moved to the couch so I didn’t wake Michael up, secretly hoping I would just fall back to sleep… no luck. I text my mom at 1 am “I think I’m having contractions, I can’t tell lol”. 1:30am my contractions are close and frequent and my doctor tells me to go to the hospital because Stella was only a 6 hour labor with 30 minutes of pushing (aka my doctor thought Cal was just gonna pop on out).

So my mom, Michael, and I get to the hospital around 2:15am. I get triaged in the HOTTEST ROOM POSSIBLE. Like come onnnn, you’re gonna have the triage labor and delivery rooms in the 80’s when big sweaty pregnant ladies are in here? Brutal. I thought about how nice it would be to go home at that point. But I was not going home, joke was on me.

Finally after being in Satan’s butthole for an hour, I get to my labor and delivery room. I meet my nurses and inform them I don’t want an epidural. I see the mixed silent thoughts of ‘oh gosh this will be a long night’ and ‘yeah okay lady’. Then as my labor progressed I slowly began having those thoughts.

I had an epidural with Stella but the entire past 4 years I thought it didn’t work because I was able to still feel my legs and walk right after I had her. JOKES ON ME IT DID WORK WITH HER. I found that out as I started pushing Cal out before my doctors and nurses were ready. I found that out as they didn’t have enough time to get the bed set up. I found that out as I stared up at six faces yelling at me to keep going when I all I was thinking to myself was ‘I can’t do this I need a nap.’ I found out the epidural with Stella did indeed work.

I felt like a feral animal for the 20 minutes I pushed with Cal. According to the onlookers (my mom and Michael) I was not that bad in terms of screaming and profanity but in my head I thought I looked like a literal hyena laying in a bed. But I did it.

And it was incredible.

This probably sounds horrifying to half of the people reading this but it was so epic. Now when I have a hang nail that I want to rip off but I’m afraid of the pain I literally tell myself I pushed out a whole ass baby with no pain meds and then the hang nail pain ain’t so bad.

I know I am so blessed to have had such easy labors and deliveries. I’m blessed that my body was able to give me two beautiful children that are quite literally the most perfect humans. But it was tough for those nine months, each time around. They were both worth every tear and trip to the toilet to puke.

I type this as I’m sitting on the couch tonight. I glance over my laptop and I see Michael holding Cal while they both sleep. Michael went to the Bills game and had himself a day but he came home and still was the best dad when all he probably wanted to do was sleep.

It’s so important to remember when you’re choosing a partner, you’re choosing your kids future parent too. I didn’t even think twice about that with Michael because Stella came so unexpectedly but I lucked out. The change from one to two kids scared me but with Michael by my side I feel like we could have six more.

I’m not actually having six more though!! At least that’s not the plan hahaha. We will see where this part of life takes us. We will see if we have that ‘complete’ feeling with our boy and our girl. A little bestie for each of us.

I’m not sure when I will find a moment to gather my thoughts like this again and have time to sit and get them out. When I do, I will be sure to write.

I’m not sure if anyone will even make it this far but if you’re here: thank you. For always reading and supporting.

With all the love in the world,

Lex.