She’s here! She’s here! She’s here she’s here she’s here! After a very painful few hours (Pitocin is evil) and three blessedly quick pushes, Baby Chickadee made it into this world.
A beautiful, scrumptious, perfect Baby Chickadee.
We are in love.
Before she arrived I worried about taking care of a newborn again. Would I remember how to do it? Would I fumble around as I did the first time? On just how little sleep can I survive?
I needn’t have worried. This joyous girl has slipped into our family seamlessly. She eats, she sleeps, she lets her brother and sister hold her at their whim, she buries her head in my neck and sleeps deeply on her daddy’s chest. It is wonderful.
Of course I know it won’t stay perfect forever. One day I’ll have to start cooking my own meals again, something I haven’t done since she’s been born because of my awesome family and friends; one day her newness will wear off and G and Little Missy won’t pile into my bed as soon as they wake up to catch a peak of their sister; one day it will no longer be forgivable to neglect my housework.
But right now we’re in the glow period. And I‘m drinking in every moment.
Augusta, Kan. —
