Friday, July 27, 2012

Real Life with a Baby

It's been a month since Daisy came into the world. Baby brain is in full force. Last week I laid her down in the bassinet, then a couple minutes later freaked out because I couldn't remember what I did with her.

I keep telling Zane, "I can't believe I had a baby." It feels like forever ago that I was pregnant. In a few short weeks, I've almost totally forgotten the pain of labor. Having another child doesn't scare me like it did the few hours after delivery. Of the 43 pounds I gained in pregnancy, I've lost about 30 just through delivery and breastfeeding this month. I feel super skinny, but I'm still wearing maternity pants, which is okay. I also have not done anything with my hair but wear pony tails. 


We've also taken what seems like 1000 pictures of this girl. That's the product of the digital age and iPhones. 


Found her thumb, but not for long.

Let's take a look at my expectations about motherhood, and how they played out:

"My baby won't cry all the time." ~ I guess she doesn't cry all the time, but Daisy cries like any other baby. She didn't cry much in the hospital, especially compared to the babies in the rooms next to us, but I think that was a newborn trait more than a personality trait. By week three of life outside-the-womb, Daisy got fussy like every other baby I've ever known. In fact, she's crying right now in the bouncer next to me. She's not hungry, cold, in pain, or gassy, and her diaper is clean, so I'm thinking she's just tired. Aaaaannnnd, she just fell asleep. That's how it works. And she woke up again. That's how it works. 




"I'm going to have a waterfall flow for at least a month"  ~  This one is kind of gross and TMI, but it hasn't been that heavy at all. Everyone told me to stock up on nite-time, super thick pads, but I'm fine using ultra thin ones. I think this is a "every pregnancy is different" topic. 


"Tearing in delivery is the worst possible thing that could happen."  ~  Everyone told me it wasn't that big of a deal, but whenever I thought of episiotomies or tearing, I got all queasy. Then I had the baby and tore, and guess what? They were right. It's not that big of a deal. 






"I can get so much stuff done while the baby sleeps."  ~  I used to judge people with one kid (what? who would ever judge people?) who said they couldn't get anything done. It's just one kid, right? Well, I guess I'm getting my humble pie, because I finally understand the concept of doing one errand or small project a day and feeling super accomplished. Young babies don't have schedules, and Daisy's naps range from 30 minutes to 3 hours, but I don't know which it's going to be. My garden is overrun with weeds, my floors have crap all over them (not actual crap, which is now a possibility more than ever), and my bathrooms haven't been cleaned since my second trimester. If Daisy sleeps for more than 30 minutes, I'm doing something fun, not chores. Or I'm taking a nap too.


Case in point: it has taken me two weeks to write this blog post. I keep changing the first sentence respectively.


Sometimes she takes a pacifier.

"My baby will sleep through the night early on."  ~  Daisy consistently gives us four hours between night feedings, but that doesn't necessarily mean four hours of sleep for me. But sometimes it does, which feels amazing. There's some 6-7 hour miracle that happens when the baby reaches 12 pounds, or so I've heard. That'll be nice.


"Rufio will be like Nana from Peter Pan."  ~  Rufio was completely unfazed by Daisy from the beginning. He still clings to Zane or me and gets crazy around visitors. I'm not sure if he's figured out what Daisy is yet. Sometimes he's really gentle with her, and other times he sits on her. He has learned that he's not allowed to lick her face, so there's victory in that. When she cries, he just lays near me and gives me an annoyed "Is that ever going to stop?" facial expression.




"Breastfeeding will be really hard." ~  I talked to many people with difficult stories of breastfeeding. Daisy didn't have any trouble at all. I think it was our two hours of skin-to-skin immediately after birth. She figured it out on her own after about an hour of lying on my chest. I also made sure she got a good latch right away. I had some serious nipple soreness in the first week, but that's the most difficulty I've had. I also read Babywise, which gave me some tips for posture and latching and had several people give me pointers too. I know this is hard for a lot of women, so I count myself super blessed.



"I'll want her all to myself all the time." ~  This one surprised me, because I thought for sure I'd be all selfish about holding her, but I'm excited to share her with others. I love watching her make other people happy. Sharing her can also be a relief for me, especially if she's inconsolable.

"I don't know how to take care of a baby." ~  I've often felt extremely uncomfortable with other people's babies, especially if they're crying. With Daisy, I'm way more confident and calm. I don't always know why she's crying, but there have only been a few times that it really stressed me out. She trusts me to take care of her, and I (so far) have trusted myself too. Plus, Zane's been super encouraging, telling me that I'm doing a great job and that I'm a great mom.




"I won't let the baby affect my relationship with Zane." ~  This one is hard. The baby can't not affect our relationship. In some ways she's brought us together, and we see each other in new ways as parents. In other ways, she's pulled us apart, because we naturally have to take care of her needs. We've done well with taking time to have meaningful conversations everyday and spend some quality time together as best we can. While we were at the beach for a week, we left Daisy in the condo with my mom and went down to the beach just the two of us. It felt like we were dating again.



Overall, it's been a good month. It's been a fast month! We've had a lot of help, which is great. We've had delicious meals brought to us and plenty of willing hands to soothe a crying baby. We've taken some adventures like family walks, a beach trip, Cow Day, and a day trip to Tampa to meet Daisy's cousin (born 9 days after Daisy). We've adjusted to less sleep and frequent interruptions to whatever we're doing.

Daisy and her cousin, born just nine days apart. 

Having a kid takes up a lot of time and energy. It's also incredible. I look at Daisy and I think, "You didn't exist. You were nothing. In nine months of gestation, you became an amazingly complex human being!" God is the master creator. I can't wait to see what plans He has for her.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Princess Books by Jessica Day George

I'm staying with my family at the beach this week, which has been unlike any other vacation I've ever been on, because my full-time job is with me (sweet Daisy). I haven't had the same amount of time or energy to spend on the beach or swimming, but nursing a baby provides plenty of time for reading. Having aunt and grandma around provides even more time, because there are extra willing hands to soothe her when she gets fussy, which she just started doing this week.

I put aside the Game of Thrones series this week and read a couple YA novels by Jessica Day George. Any book with "Princess" in the title always perks my interest.

The first book I read was Princess of the Midnight Ball, which is a rewrite of The Twelve Dancing Princesses, one of my favorite fairy tales. It's a story by the Grimm Brothers about twelve sisters who mysteriously dance holes in their shoes every night without leaving their bedchambers.

Jessica Day George writes it in a cute, quirky, refreshing way.

It was a quick read, really fun, and I liked it a lot. The main character is a soldier who knits, who falls in love with a princess. Can't get any better than that!

The second book I read this week was the sequel called Princess of Glass, which follows just one of the twelve sisters in her own story. It references the first novel a lot, but is more of a re-write of Cinderella, where Cinderella is a supporting character, instead of the heroine.

This was another fun, quick read.

Jessica Day George writes clever characters and unique plots. Both books kept me turning the pages. I laughed out loud on several occasions at her quirky writing. I particularly like her development of the male characters, and the development of the romantic relationships throughout the book. They were light and fun.

She has several other books, which I intend to check out when I get a chance. I recommend both books for all ages!


UPDATE: There's a third book of the same series coming out later this year: Princess of the Silver Wood.

Also, you can like Jessica Day George on Facebook for more updates on her new books, etc. I just did.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Baby Brain

I have baby brain. It's a post-partum condition where my brain functions at a much slower rate than before having a baby. Symptoms include: short-term memory loss, inability to listen well, frequent zoning-out, and living in a "haze." Another major symptom is the loss of wit or the inability to understand and create jokes, puns and other funnies.

People around me keep making jokes, and I keep saying, "What?"

Several times I have thought of writing blog posts on different things going on, but whenever I get to my computer I can't remember anything. I blame this on baby brain.

Maybe my inability to communicate well is to better relate to this girl, who has one way of communicating.

She's got a way worse case of baby brain...being a baby and all.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Garden Comparison


When browsing posts from last summer trying to find our last Cow Day, I stumbled upon this garden post

I have to show you the progress of a year of growth for my plants. They're super overgrown right now, and the weeds are getting bad, because it's hot, and I have a baby to take care of, and I haven't had the motivation or time to pull weeds. But I need to do it soon, because the vines from H-E-double hockey sticks are coming back. 

July 2011

July 2012

Pretty crazy how full those blue flowers have gotten. You can't tell they're blue, because I took this picture in the heat of the day, when they close up. I have no idea what kind of plant that is, but whenever I find out, I'm buying more of it, because it's so hardy! I had a plumbego and lantana, both of which are known for hardiness in Florida, but both of which which died in this same spot. These blue whatevers have flourished where other hardy plants have died. 

And those yellow astirs are doing great too! I moved the amaryllis, so that's why it's not in the 2012 picture. 

If you look beyond the good plants, you can see that awful vine making its way closer to the house to destroy all that is good in this garden. I will destroy the vine first...if I can find the time/motivation. I need to destroy it before it starts producing fruit, which drops nasty seeds everywhere for massive multiplication! It's the rabbit of bad vines. 

Maybe I'll mix up some more of that vinegar/soap solution. It worked for me before for killing unwanted plants!


Saturday, July 14, 2012

Daisy Appreciates Cows

Yesterday was another Cow Appreciation Day, and our family participated as usual. We dressed up Daisy as a cow, which is funny, because "Daisy" sounds like a cow name. But our Daisy's just pretending to be a cow. 


Zane and I used our costumes from previous years, and I sharpie-ed cow spots on an extra plain white onesie for Daisy. 


It was a hit. She got lots of "Aww's" from other patrons. 


 Our little calf! 

Plus, I had to breastfeed her in the restaurant, so I felt like a real momma cow. It was actually pretty awkward for me to feed her in public. Zane told me not to worry and that no one was looking, but I felt weird. I can be so feminist and confident about things, but for whatever reason, at Chick Fil A I was awkward. I fed her at a TGI Friday's earlier this week, and that was fine, but that was in the corner of a fairly empty, dark restaurant, and Chick Fil A is all bright and open and busy. Oh well. I did it, and that's that. 

We saw lots of friends, and my parents and sister and bro-in-law came too. Such a fun tradition. Next year Daisy will need a new costume!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Blasting Off Again!!

This morning I was changing Daisy out of her pee-soaked nightgown and found this awesome onesie in her drawer! I had totally forgotten about it.
Obviously, I had to get the matching headpiece out to do a mini photo shoot!

Remember Zane and my costumes from Halloween

I had just found out I was pregnant a week before Halloween, so when I was creating our costumes, I went ahead and made a little onesie for my baby, Jesse or James. 


Of course, I didn't share that with you guys at the time. Little Daisy was only a five week-old little baby fetus. Now she's nearly-two weeks old! As you can see, she's already down with the family costume thing...



This happened because she was cold. Once I wrapped that blanket around her (see first photo), she fell right to sleep. I thought it was the hat, or the sun in her eyes, or a wet diaper, or that she was hungry (even though she just ate), but it was the temperature. That's my life right now: figuring out what is making my child unhappy and fixing it. She's a very good-natured baby, so this kind of cry was strange for this time of day. Silly mom, the AC is cold! 

This is only Daisy's first costume of the day. Later today we'll be dressing as cows for Cow Appreciation Day at Chick Fil A! It's become a family tradition now. Free food for dressing in costumes? This day was made for us. 

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Daisy's Infant Photos!


Our friends Jen and John were super gracious to take some amazing infant photos of Daisy on Friday, which was her 6th day of life in this world.

You have to see them. They are amazing. Check them out here

Here's the photo-genius couple at work:

We moved out the dining room table, moved in a coffee table, opened all the blinds, and cranked the AC up to 85 degrees. Daisy was comfy cozy and pliable, and the rest of us were sweating like nobody's business. But it was all worth it, because Daisy did great! She only took one half-hour break for feeding and changing, and slept the rest of the 4.5 hours of photo-taking. 

Here's one of their pictures to tempt you to go to Jen's site to see the others. 

That little hat was a gift from the doctor who delivered Daisy. She was the sweetest woman in the world. After Daisy was born, and I was all cleaned up, she came back into the room and said, "I make hats for all the babies I deliver." We didn't have anything so fuzzy and cute yet, so it was perfect for this photo session. So sweet. 


Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Daisy's Birth Story


Happy Independence Day! To celebrate the day our nation declared independence, I'll tell you the story of how Daisy declared independence from my body. It was quite an adventure. Buckle your seat belts and get comfortable, because this is going to be a long post. I'll share some pictures of Daisy to break up the words, but she wasn't actually here during most of this story.

Born in the U.S.A.!
I'm including some gory details. Read at your own risk.

Earlier in the week, I had some pre-labor contractions. I was expecting contractions Friday night, but woke up Saturday morning having slept the whole night through. I was bummed.

Zane and I took a walk, and I laid around while he worked on fantasy football stuff. Around 11am, I started feeling contractions. They were pretty spaced-out, so I didn't get my hopes up. My friend texted me to have lunch, and I agreed thinking that my contractions would go away. 

Zane dropped me off at Chick Fila around noon. I saw several church friends, including one whose birthday was that day. She said, "Today's a great day to have a birthday!" I said, "Maybe she'll come today!" During the meal, I realized my contractions were coming pretty quickly. They were painful, but manageable, but I decided I ought to time them. They were coming four minutes apart. I decided it was probably time to go home. 



We called the midwife, Zoe. She said to come in, and we'd do an assessment to make a plan for the day. We dropped Rufio off at my parent's and headed to Sanford.

We arrived and checked my progress: 3cm. She then said, "I'm going to help you out." I started feeling this intense pain and wanted to move or get her to remove her hand. After about a minute, she stopped and said, "A t-shirt goes on best if it's centered on top of your head and not to the side of your head. I was adjusting your cervix to be straight with the baby's head." Ow! That hurt!

She told us to walk around for an hour and come back.

We went to the grocery store to pick up snacks. We were in it for the long haul. The baby was either coming Saturday or early Sunday morning. After the cervix adjustment, I couldn't walk very fast, so we meandered through the aisles wondering what kind of food we'd want to eat later on. I had to stop walking for every contraction and breathe through it. It was kind of embarrassing, and I was worried that people would be like, "What's that crazy pregnant lady doing here in labor?!" But no one seemed to pay much attention to me. 

We got back to the birth center at 4:00pm. I was GBS positive, so I had my first dose of antibiotics. I required antibiotics every four hours, so I hoped she would come in time for only two doses. Zane took one last picture of me all pregnant.

"Hurry before the next contraction." I thought I was smiling, haha.

Zoe checked Daisy's heart rate to get a good baseline, and it was already pretty high. She checked my progress, and I was 5cm. From there, I got in the tub. It was nice and warm and soothing, even though I was feeling serious pain every couple minutes.

Daisy was posterior, which means she was facing up, which means her back was on my back, which means I was doing back labor. Back labor is extra painful, because there's a lot of pressure on your lower back in addition to the pain of contractions. Zane pressed on my lower back during every contraction, which was very helpful.

In the tub, I did my deep breathing through contractions and discovered that exhaling with noise was helpful. I sang out a note on my exhale, and when the contraction slowed, I went back to deep breaths.

Zane said lots of encouraging things to me, but I thought it was annoying so I told him to "Shuuuuuut uuuuuuuup" during an exhale during a contraction. We labored in silence after that. He was very patient with me. He was just an amazing labor partner, and I seriously couldn't have done it without him.

She's so pensive. 

After a while, Zoe tried to get me to eat a banana, but I didn't want to eat. She made me take one bite, so I took the tiniest bite possible.

Zane said I was in the tub for an hour and a half. They got me out so Zoe could check Daisy's heart rate again. The next portion was transition. I laid on my left side on the bed with the heart rate monitor on my belly. Zane pushed on my back during every contraction. These were more painful than the previous ones.

God designed us so perfectly! Between contractions, my body released endorphines, which allowed me to relax and even fall asleep. I remember dreaming a couple times. I also spent the relaxed time quoting scripture to myself, thinking of epidurals, and planning to only adopt from now on. It was painful.

Soon, Lisa Ann, the birth assistant came. She rubbed essential oils on my wrists and belly. That actually helped a lot. She said calm, directive things to me like, "Sink into the bed. Deep breaths."



Then all of a sudden during a contraction my abdomen just went, "Ugh." My body started to push. It was so weird and out of my control. Somewhere in this time I heard Lisa Ann tell Zane that she thought the baby would be here by 8:00pm. That was really encouraging. Zoe also told me that they were going to transfer the baby when she was born, because her heart rate was tacky, and I was GBS positive. 

Then my water broke and there was meconium in the fluid - that's the baby's poop. Usually babies poop after they're born, but sometimes they poop in the womb, and it's dangerous if they breathe in the poop.

That's when Zoe said they were going to transfer me right away. She was very calm about it, and I was not about to argue. If she thought I should transfer, then okay! Besides, all I could think about was getting through the current contraction.



At one point I wanted to push, and Zoe told me not to, that my cervix wasn't ready. I said, "I can't!" And she said, "Yes you can. Breathe through it." They had me breathe like, "hoo hoo hoo hoo," which did give me the power to not push. Zane got in my face and showed me how to breathe. It was horrible to have his hot breath in my face. I thought I gently pushed him out of the way, but he said that I whacked him so hard he thought his nose was going to bleed.

I opened my eyes to several EMTs in the room. Zoe and Lisa Ann helped me put on a robe and walk to the stretcher. They wheeled me out, all the while I was having contractions that caused me to push. Zoe told me it was okay if I needed to push. That made me happy. It meant my cervix was good to go!



In the ambulance, a female EMT started an IV on my arm. Zoe sat on the other side of me. I remember wondering where Zane was. Zoe gave the EMT most of my information, but the EMT asked me my social. I spit it out as fast as I could before the next contraction. She asked my address. I gave her that, but when I got to my zip, I had to breathe and push.

I said, "123---"  (fake zip code for this blog post)
She said, "123--what?" Kind of annoyed.

I remember thinking, "Come on, lady! Give me a break! I'm having a baby here!!" When the contraction stopped I gave her the last two digits.



In what seemed like two minutes, we were at the hospital. It's literally across the street from the birth center. Zane and Lisa Ann were standing outside waiting for me when the stretcher came out of the ambulance. They wheeled me into labor and delivery and I remember having a contraction in the hallway and yelling through the pain. I looked over and saw some people who weren't medical staff and thought, "Oh gosh, I'm probably scaring them."

In the delivery room, they helped me to the bed, which was soft and comfortable. It was 7:25pm. I heard Zoe tell several people along the way that I was fully dilated. That news made me so happy.

The doctor and nurses in the delivery room were all super happy. They introduced themselves to Zane, Zoe and Lisa Ann. They were making jokes about getting drinks after this. They kept saying, "Wow, she's amazing! She needs to give people lessons on how to have a baby!" I felt like a rock star.

I remember Zane saying, "She's a natural. I know she hasn't been practicing."

They laughed at that. I remember thinking, "He's so corny." But all I was able to do was breathe. Their light-hearted chit chat made me feel at ease, because it meant everything was okay.



They told me that my potassium was very low (2.7) and that I'd be put on a potassium drip and something else for my dehydration. I had been sweating a lot. I got a calf cramp at one point, and Zane massaged it out for me. I guess I should have eaten the whole banana!

At this point, I started the pushing process. Zane held my left left, Lisa held my right leg, and Zoe supported my back. The doctor sat in front of me and helped stretch my perineum to make way for Daisy. After the first push, Zane said he could see her head. I heard people say, "Look at that hair!"

The doctor told me to push for 10 seconds straight, because I was only pushing for about six. Everytime a contraction came, I leaned forward and flexed every muscle in my body and focused pushing. The doctor counted to 10, I'd take a breath, and we'd do it again for three times in a row. Then I laid back and rested. The resting part was painful, because I think I could feel her coming back inside of me. But I took my long deep breaths and prayed to God that the next push would get her out.

They had me reach down and feel her head, but it felt like jelly, all squishy and weird. It wasn't motivating enough for me. I thought, "This will take forever!!"



The doctor told me they were going to give me a catheter because my bladder was blocking the way. I said, "No." She said, "Do you want to try to pee on a bed pan?" I said, "Okay." I squatted over a bedpan, but the only thing I felt like I needed to do was push, so I pushed over the pan, but no pee or baby came out.

The doctor asked if I wanted a mirror. In my original birth plan, I had wanted a mirror, but I said, "I keep closing my eyes during pushing, so I don't know how I could look."

After a few more sessions of pushing, the doctor had them set up a mirror and a spotlight (gross, I know) for me. I remember looking in the mirror and thinking, "That's my face...and that's my...what?!" There was definitely a head, but it didn't seem possible that it could ever get through the space.

Finally the pain of resting and feeling her come back inside was too intense. I started to push for longer than 10 seconds at a time. Then I didn't want to lay back anymore. They said, "Okay rest now." And I shook my head and kept pushing. I couldn't push for 10 full seconds, so I just did several shorter intense pushes and then, boom! Out came her head!

The doctor said, "Give me another push for her body." I pushed again and she plopped onto the table. I looked down and thought, "Woah! That's a big baby!" She was born at 8:41pm.




I laid back down and caught my breath. I saw Zane cut her cord, and then they placed her on my chest and cleaned her up. I said, "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Hi little baby!"

Before having a baby, I thought I would cry when they put her on my chest, but I didn't cry. I felt very matter-of-fact, "This is my baby. I am her mother. This is how it should be."



They took her away from me to get weighed, and the respitory specialist made sure there was no meconium in her lungs. It felt like a long time, so I said, "Can I have my baby back?" They gave her back.


Zane got a good angle. Most of the other pictures I look awful, but this is tolerable for internet posting.

I delivered the placenta pretty quickly, which was a huge relief, and they massaged my belly to get my uterus to start going back down, which hurt. I tore a little, so they stitched me up. All the time, I held my baby and talked to everyone. I could now participate in the chit chat.

The doctor showed us the placenta and how it worked. It was so nasty, but pretty cool too. I asked her why they were saying I was so good at delivering a baby. She said that I was screaming a little when they brought me in, but once I started pushing I was very focused and calm. 

Then I started shaking uncontrollably. No one seemed fazed by it. I said, "Is this normal?" The doctor was like, "Yeah, it's just your hormones." It happened several times throughout the first night. 



I did skin-to-skin with Daisy for two hours straight. She breastfed sometime after the first hour. She checked out my breast for a while before she finally decided to latch on. But once she latched, she seemed to know exactly what to do. I think it was the skin-to-skin that made it so initially easy. 

My family and Zane's family saw us that night. I was on an after-delivery high. Everything was awesome. I loved the doctors, midwives, nurses, Zane, our family. I was so excited to share Daisy with them. 

I stayed on the potassium drip all night. We had to stay in the hospital for 48 hours to observe Daisy, since she was exposed to the GBS during delivery. She was fine though. I'm glad we got transferred, because I was so weak the first couple days, I could hardly get out of bed. My body was completely rocked. Every muscle hurt, and my lady parts - whew!!! My tailbone was the worst. It's still hurting days later. But we had such great care. The nurses were wonderful and so encouraging. The first nurse that first night was my hero. She helped me so much. 



  
We had several visitors on Sunday and Monday, which helped pass the time, but Monday during the day I was restless to get home. Monday night we were discharged, and came home to begin a whole new set of adventures. 



And that's the story of how Daisy came into the world!

Pregnancy is Like a Water Slide

At Wet N Wild, a water park in Orlando, there's a slide called the Bombay. It's a vertical incline slide that has a rocket ship at the top. The rider stands inside the rocket ship until the lifeguard drops the bottom out of the ship, and the rider falls down/slides down the slide. 

In middle school it's a rite of passage. So, I basically only did it because I wanted to prove that I was cool. I obviously failed because this was me in middle school: 

Opposite of cool. I had four points the whole season. My favorite place was the bench.
No water slide can help me now. 

Anyways, being pregnant is like waiting in line for the Bombay slide. 

Ahead of me in line were all the pregnant women in my life that were due before me. I watched them one by one get into the rocket ship and get dropped out, or deliver their babies. One by one, it got closer to my turn. 

The last couple weeks I've been standing in the rocket ship waiting for the bottom to drop out. 

Saturday, June 30 it happened. My time came. I delivered my baby, and now I'm at the bottom of the traumatic slide adventure looking up and cheering the other women on. You can do it! It's amazing! 

I'm still writing the birth story, but I had to share this analogy which has been floating in my head for the last six months or so. Daisy's napping right now, so I'll go back to work on my birth adventure post. I can't wait to share it with you!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Announcing Daisy Love

Daisy Love
Born June 30, 2012 at 8:41pm
8 pounds, 10 ounces
20 1/2 inches long

All natural labor. I'll tell you about it in a future post. It hurt. 

We're so happy to have her here! We're spending the days in awe of God's beautiful creation of our sweet daughter. Ah! We have a daughter! It's amazing!

Birth story to come...