5lb 5oz, 18 1/2″
My wife reminds me of my post 21 months ago introducing our first daughter and that it was apparently particularly witty and I am instructed to do the same today. So pressure is on…
Now the pain is increasing, now pressure on the back, now walking becomes a crawl, now uncertainty erased by waves of contractions at 4 minutes apart.
We put out the signal into the Gotham sky – alert the doctor, alert the doula.
And what of the kids, all snuggled in bed? Neighbors alerted, neighbors on call, just 12 hours earlier a letter they penned. “We’re still on watch with calendars clear!”
In the getaway car, we speed off into the night. At 0100 hours there is room at the inn. A dying star, contractions are constant and gathering momentum, speeding towards supernova.
100% organic, fair trade, and all natural – the body works. For a brief moment she contemplates biting into the apple of relief, but resists.
For 24 she went without a name. Everyone’s feeling and the words of the ultrasound doctors made us think it was probably a boy so we hadn’t totally settled our minds. I’ve always said if I ever had a cat, I’d name it “cat” like Breakfast at Tifany’s and I couldn’t help think about…
He’s all right! Aren’t you, cat? Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven’t got the right to give him one. We don’t belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don’t want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I’m not sure where that is but I know what it is like.
We’ve been given a beautiful little girl to look after and take care of. But she doesn’t belong to us, she belongs to our Father in heaven who planned the events of her arrival before the first spark of light began. We saw His hand throughout the birth. We are humbled He has chosen to bless us with 3. Children are a blessing, and now we’re out-numbered with blessings!
Welcome Amelia Grace, we love you!