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The last sojourn before baby #4

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

The missus and I have been married for 5 years now. Each of us has a child from a previous relationship, and in 2011 we had one together. I was 40 then, and anxious to have one last swan song, a quickening of an aging man who loves having kids underfoot. And we both wanted a kid in a stable, atomic family, without the headache of negotiations with the kids' other parent to cope with. Adelaide was a boon for both of us, and we contemplated having one more kid, maybe a few years out after Addie was weaned, and if I felt I was still spry enough to chase after one last kid for another couple decades.

A misguided attempt at tracking ovulation as a family planning method made the decision for us, a little earlier than either of us would have preferred. Liberty became pregnant in early December, 2012, and after the initial shock wore off for both of us, we embraced the idea of a new baby. Liberty and I are both strongly left-leaning on the political scale. Her college minor was women's studies, and she has often used Planned Parenthood for reproductive health checkups and cheap condoms. In fact, one of her relatives works there. Despite that, a quirk to both of our otherwise left-leaning personalities is that having an abortion is completely out of the question. A baby is a blessing, and I'm fully capable of staving off old age long enough to raise another one. Baby 4 (I'll announce the name after birth - a small superstition I allow myself) will be a welcome addition to the family, whether he/she comes now or in a couple more years.

Labor Day weekend is around the time the Fair at New Boston is held. It's similar to a renaissance fair, as the players are in period costume, selling period wares, selling giant turkey legs and peaches with cream, having comedic theater shows, etc. If I understand correctly, the festival represents the town of Old Chillicothe's involvement in the Battle of Peckuwe, in 1780, although the festival advertises the time period to be in the 1790-1810 range. Liberty, Scout, baby Addie and I went last year, and had a great time. The date this year was a little more than a week before Liberty was due, and we decided to risk going into early labor to go back again this year.

We were able to secure a reservation at the Eppley House, a restored farm house from 1826 sitting on 80-ish acres, several miles from the nearest town. We stayed last year during the fair, and the house was a perfect getaway spot. Here are some pictures from last year's trip, both in the house and at the fair:

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Larger versions of these are available on the Facebook album I pulled them from.

It was a great time, and so we were eager to go back again this year, hoping to beat the clock. Again we stayed at the Eppley house, and again it was pretty fun... except that we were all sort of miserable from the heat. Addie is much bigger this year, and much more eager to grab wares from tents at the fair and try to play with them. Or eat them. And only I can hold her for a long time now, which coupled with the heat makes for some unpleasantness. But it was still good. And we're still going back next year. We didn't get quite an array of good pictures this year, though, hence the ones from last year to give a better impression of the house and the fair.

Here are a small handful of photos from the fair this year:

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So that was that. Now we're pretty much destitute for a couple months, which will coincide nicely with needing to stay at home with the new baby. Liberty was technically due to deliver yesterday, but the baby decided to wait. We're using midwives, not an OB/Gyn, so there is no reproachful scorning about "needing to move this along", pushing for pitocin to induce labor or a C-section.

Back before glorified surgeons decided they needed to be in charge of childbirth, babies were born about 40 weeks after they were conceived. Sometimes it took longer. 45 weeks was rare, but not unheard of. So we'll wait for the baby to let us know when it's ready to come out, with the support and encouragement of our midwives, not doctors anxious to perform unnecessary interventions.

Our midwives, by the way, are the ladies at BORN Community Midwives, and I can't recommend them highly enough. If you're considering having a baby in the greater Columbus Ohio area, call them up. The prenatal care you'll receive from them is an order of magnitude more personal and supportive, and a tenth as invasive.