Bow and shirt: Provided by hospital; Diaper (not shown): the classic Mickey
Oh man. Last night was incredible. My big sister Jenn gave birth to a perfect baby girl (who is still nameless, and they’re not looking for suggestions). I was lucky enough to be able to attend the birth, and it was … amazing. My words don’t work too good today.
Jenn was induced Wednesday morning, and baby (they called her Zeke while in the womb) was finally born at 1:52 a.m. on Thursday, after hours and hours of contractions, but only about 20 minutes of pushing. It was beautiful. So beautiful that it wasn’t even gross.
Oh man, her feet are so gorgeous. I want to eat them.
I just wrote and deleted a long tangent about how witnessing this birth has affected my perspective on my upcoming labor. But … I don’t want to put that on the internet quite yet. Let’s just say that I’m really really excited. I’m still working on my list. I’m obsessively recording everything that happens every minute of my day – I don’t want to forget about a single second of the next few months – even the awful bits. And soon, I’m going to have a Grand Master Plan.
A few last things about my new niece:
- She makes the most magnificent faces when she’s sad
- She has a squooshy double chin. In fact, she has squooshy everything
- Right after she was born, she kept on throwing her hands above her head – because she was so used to meeting resistance when raising her arms, it was unusually easy for her. Like when you lift an empty box that you think is full of rocks.
- She has so much hair. And it’s dark.
- She smells sooooooo good.
- She’s the my first new niece in 16 years – now I have seven nephews and two nieces.
