1 Day with our Daughter

A wee baby with dainty lady hands and her burly dada.

She was born on 5.12.24, making the winner of the guess her due date her grandma and namesake. We'll call it a Grandma's intuition. We call her Goose to avoid putting her name out there. She has a full head of strawberry blonde hair, gets all the compliments on her cuteness, and looks more Dad than Mom. She loves to squeak and hiccup, and she loved latching and eating from minute one.* Before my last push, her Dad told a joke and I laughed so hard, she popped out. The doctors were impressed, but not at all shocked after spending 20 hours of labor cracking jokes with the me and the hubs (and a most excellent dose of all the drugs, thank you). Her Dad, it turns out, is a very silly man and we are preparing for a very silly baby.

Our hospital has been amazing and we were lucky enough to have an almost uneventful delivery. When we first arrived, I was followed into the elevator by a guy not quite maternity ward material, shaking on something good 'n strong with a look of mischief on his face. He proclaimed a very strong "F*ck you" when I told him "I don't think you belong in the maternity ward my friend".

I swiftly jumped off the elevator, as swiftly as one can jump 9 months pregnant, and a lil security guard team fiasco ensued. Apparently one of security guys got a promotion before the other security guy and the other was soooo bad at it and this was the catalyst behind our whole ordeal, letting someone from the streets into the maternity ward, an so on and so forth. They didn't find the guy, so we assume he's on the roof of the hospital somewhere, chillin. Anywhom.

This baby is worth the drama and life is so sweet.

*Note from the future - the latching and eating "from minute one" was bullshit. She developed an entire personality around severe food allergies and sour milk vomit, as you shall find out.