Our new little girl still has no name. If hubby and I could manage to wake up at the same time, maybe we could discuss the matter…
She was born at 8:07 AM, after about 7 hours of active labor – starting when I tried in vain to get some sleep last night.
She weighed in at 7 lbs, 10 oz. and is 20.5 inches long, placing her firmly on the small side in our family.
She seems quiet and alert, and didn’t want to cry at birth. She was perfectly content to look around and watch the commotion that surrounded her arrival.
Her siblings are all predictably excited except The Boy, who is utterly in love but completely unsurprised. Apparently he never doubted us when we told him there was a baby in Mom’s belly and he would be holding it soon. He has plastered her with kisses at every chance, and comes thundering to her rescue at every unhappy sound.
I’m feeling fine, though of course I’m ever-so-glad to have the experience behind me. The labor itself wasn’t bad, but the last hour or two was a lot more painful than I expected, and the actual delivery itself was, as always, The Worst Part.
I was up all night and have only dozed on and off for 2 hours today, so am more sleepy than anything else.