It's the middle of the night and I wake up to kicking feet. Two of them belong to the two year old who woke up earlier crying, my little Leo, whom I brought in bed with me since Papa is flying back from his business trip. The other two are inside my tummy, getting stronger and more rhythmic each ... READ the POST
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One Year: Leo Emerson
A year ago, on a chilly November night, at 12:20 am, my water broke. They say labor isn't like the movies-water breaking without prior contractions, a quick, speedy labor with lots of screaming, but mine was exactly that. At 3:56 am, we welcomed the most beautiful boy, Leo Emerson. Leo. Short ... READ the POST
