Hannah Moriah Boggs


Hannah Moriah Boggs joined us on December 30 at 12:37. It was a beautiful, simple, easy birth. I was over ready and ready to induce and afraid to induce. An hour before we were to call and make sure we could come in for an induction, labor started. It didn’t take long from there. George walked and talked me through contractions up and down the hill in front of our house. We decided to rest a minute and walk again. And then it was time to head to the hospital. We were in a room at 9. Walked laps around the nurses station a couple of time and by noon, we were ready.

Our fourth surprise. And what a surprise. Hannah was suddenly here. A girl! We didn’t count on it. We didn’t even consider it and here she was with dark black hair.
She was 9 lbs 6 oz and 21 inches long. She is strong and sweet. Her eyes shine and stare. She. It is such a surprise I have to practice saying “she”.


The children are beside themselves. They too have waited and waited and finally she is here. They’ve made cards and watched and held and brought diapers and wipes and then taken off to be kids.

She is our bookend. Our shelf is full!







Comments

  1. ElizabethJoyJanuary 3, 2015 at 9:56 AM

    So sweet! Thank you so much for sharing your family with us!

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  2. dorrieJanuary 3, 2015 at 11:14 AM

    Love this times a million!!! She looks so much like Amelia <3

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  3. KellyJanuary 6, 2015 at 12:41 PM

    love, love, love!

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