Behold baby Enzo!

One week today. That is how long we have been a family of five but it feels like this is just how it has always been. Lorenzo is an angel baby. Really. Sometimes, it is easy to forget that there is a newborn in the house because he is so good about eating (every 3 hours) and then sleeping until he is ready to eat again. Mckinley LOVES him. Asks to hold him, feed him, burp him, change him, dress him, touch him, smother him as often as she can. Kingston, he couldn't care less and seems to be content just looking at him from afar.

The story of how he got here is a long one. We planned to go in Wednesday night (7/2) but with ladies having babies in the ambulance, in the ER, twins, and two scheduled inductions who had their water break, we didn't have a prayer. Then we planned again to go in 7/3 @ 6:00 AM. The call came at 4:45 that we wouldn't be making it at that time either. Finally, they called to called to let us know we could go in at 8:30 AM. Hooked up and ready by 9:30, the day began. The epidural seemed to be doing it's job of making my legs feel like some detached part of my body; however, as the day progressed, the pain got more intense and soon, it felt like I was going au natural despite my efforts to never feel "the burn". The contractions were killer, the "burn" is a real thing that can only be described as hellacious and something that (had it had been my first) would have scared me away from childbirth all together. If we are being honest, I would have made the worst pioneer ever. Funny enough, once he was out, it was quite euphoric. The pain dissipated as quickly as it had come and the quiet, bright eyed Lorenzo made it all worth it.

This perfect baby boy was ours.

Lorenzo Niels Williamson. 7 lbs 6 ozs. 20 inches long.

His name was an easy choice. We had liked it since Kingston and upon further research learned that Lorenzo actually means "Laurence" in Italian.  A great way to pay homage to my maiden name. His middle name, Niels, was Mark's great grandpa's name. I love "Enzo" for short and that Kingston still thinks his name is Leroy (the pseudo-name we have given all our kids until birth).

Home life has changed for sure. We are all tired. The kids got to stay with Mimi & Papa, go boating with G & Chris and got to live carefree for a few days. Both kids weren't 100% when they got home- we have had coughs and fevers for both (extra bonus with a newborn) and Kingston isn't so sure how he feels about other people bringing us dinner every night. So many people have helped chauffeur Mc to swimming lessons & summer classes, brought dinner, gifts and sent their love. We are truly blessed. 

Recovery has been great. I feel good. Feel pretty adjusted and have managed two whole days without Mark. He has been a trooper. Stays up late to do the midnight feeding and then gets up to go work long days. We are all floating on the winds of change and trying to decide how we fit in with a new little person in our house.

The last day of two kids. We snuggled in bed most of the day watching our newest Christmas favorite "Mickey's Christmas".

39 weeks!

First bath.

You know it's rough when you can't stay awake to finish your sucker.

My little ragamuffin helper :)

First pic of the FO5.