In what’s becoming her signature style, she showed up unexpectedly — almost 4 weeks before her expected due date.
But she’s arrived! Born at 11:08 AM on August 24. Six pounds and 5 ounces of sweet, amazing, healthy babyness.
Thanks to an aggressive regimen of painkillers, a lack of continuous sleep, and the overwhelming nature of the emotions I’m feeling toward this little lady, I don’t have many clear thoughts to offer about her presence in our lives right now. hernmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm (<– The cat typed this. I’m leaving it.)
For now, suffice it to say that I’m making a habit of bursting into tears at the randomest of moments. Not because I’m sad, though. I’d say it’s because I’m sleep deprived, maybe just a little unprepared, tremendously relieved that I managed to pull off the diabetes-and-pregnancy mix, and totally confused about how anyone can function normally in the world with such a ridiculous amount of love for another tiny person in their hearts.
It’s been insane, and I’m so happy she’s here.
*Of course, I did not actually name my child Magpie. But I don’t feel right creating an online identity for a 12-day-old. So, that’s her name here!