This morning at 2:30 our sixth baby was successfully born.
I’m grateful to the Lord for blessing us through the experience, & quite happy that
1) everything went well.
2) it’s in the past now.
3) the hospital staff handled all my preferences with tact and understanding.
4) we’ll be missing tomorrow’s scheduled induction.
Tired, but happy.
She eats, sleeps, cries, and is as soft and pink and precious as a newborn should be, which is to say very soft, very pink, and infinitely precious. Her hair is just like Gent’s was at birth – downy and fawn-colored.
(Creativity was excited to check it and a little disappointed when she found they won’t be red-headed sisters together, but I think she’s over it.)
I love seeing how our other five children react to this new little sister. This morning we called from the hospital to see how they were doing and say hi.
Eagle (5yo now) was very excited.
“Does she have a name yet?”
“No, not yet, Buddy.”
“Can we name her Toothyess?”
-pause-
“No, we can’t name her Toothless.”
“Why not??”
“Because… well… she isn’t a dragon. She’s a little girl.”
-pause on his end now-
“Mom? Mom? Mom????”
“Yes?”
“Can *I* call her Toothyess anyway?”
-don’t laugh, don’t laugh-
“Sure!”
“No! Don’t name me Toothless!”
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