“Mommy, I can’t find the Phillips head screwdriver” my industrious five year old says. He wants so badly to change the batteries so we can play a game together while my three year old takes a rare nap.

About 6 months ago, I gave birth to our third child. After three fairly uneventful pregnancies, three fairly quick, natural labors, and three healthy babies, I was expecting things to continue along the same path.

It’s spring. The flowers are blooming. The sun is shining. It’s shorts and flip flop weather, my favorite kind.