Porter Post

     In the late afternoon of December 19, I went on base un-showered and unsuspecting of the non-stress test ahead of me. Being over my due date, I was thinking of how non-stress tests always seemed to get me contracting with the twins and I was hopeful I’d be coming back to the hospital later that evening in labor. I just felt like it was going to be the night. I was stopped up short when the doctor came in and said there were some concerns on the non-stress test. Nothing terrible but also not “text book perfect” and if it’s not “text book perfect” when you’re passed due it’s time to get induced. Like pronto. His comfort zone was having me on continual monitoring from that point on. No going home to get my stuff and coming back. This was it.       Induced. Induced?! (Insert tires screeching on the asphalt) An induction. I didn’t want an induction. Even on the one pregnancy when I was going to be induced, the cervix softener they gave me the night be...

 How frequently Cameron came over and asked, "Anything I can help with?" when he saw me amidst the hustle and bustle of dinner or clean up. He's trying hard to help and to set a good example and I'm watching his maturity blossom. Watching the Marvel movies together, especially Endgame. The boys thought it was just about the most epic thing ever imagined. Watching Little Boy over Memorial Day weekend when Cameron and I both cried in the movie. Benson perfecting his snapping. His newest move to show-off is three snaps in a row in which he builds volume with each passing of the fingers. Having the boys rotate sleeping in bed with me. This is probably the best part. Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays they take turns sleeping in Mommy's bed. I tuck everyone else in and then we read together. Cameron and I are almost done with White Bird by R.J. Palacio, a graphic novel about a Jewish girl during WWII. Jackson and I recently finished the graphic novel version of the first ...