Monday, October 4, 2010

She's Here.

And it hurt. A lot. Then everyone demands to know when you will be doing it again. Ummm, never.

And why did none of you tell me that I would have NO TIME for anything? I get irritated by emails that need response and the laundry. Our little family even stayed with my Mom for a week and I still had no time. Well except that time when my Mom, Jilly and I went to the mall to hunt down non-footie sleepers. Which brings me to why didn't you tell me that jeans for babies are ridiculous? And litle outfits are stupid because when you change diapers every 2 hours the last thing you want to be doing is trying to get teeny tiny pants off?

I'll get the hang of it (and hopefully some shut eye)and be back with my birth story and my Momma guilt and all the other crap you have no idea about until you're finally home from the hospital and crying that you want your Mom. Then your baby projectile poops on you.

To tide you over, here are some photos of my unfugly baby. And I'm not just saying that because she's mine and I love her no matter what she looks like. I can still spot an uggo and luckily mine isn't one of them.
Here she is a few moments after being pushed out of my lady bits. Jordan got to hold her since my 'ginatown was 10 kinds of messed up and I had to concentrate on not squirting the midwife with after baby fluids while she took 45 MINUTES TO STITCH ME BACK UP.

Here she is on the last day in the hospital after her head returned to a normal shape.
See? Told you, gorg baby. Like the porcelain ones you see for sale in SmartSource in the Sunday paper for 2 payments of $19.99.


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