I have to sit down and write a birth story–wonder! awe! people doing dishes! a Georgia O’Keefe reference!–but I can’t just yet. It would require using both hands to do all that typing and they are a mite full:


Obviously, I need to snuggle this constantly. She is as warm and soft and smooshy as a baby sharpei and so sweet and mellow that holding her is like taking an antidepressant. We are completely baby-high.

I will say now that the birth was a phenomenal experience. Birthing a TEN POUND BABY OH MY GOD makes a good story regardless but doing so in your bedroom…yeah. There is much to say. But for now I am going to keep doing this:




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