Elle est née le divin enfant...
...jouez haut-bois, résonnez muzettes.
Margo was born today, Sunday, September 10, at 12:10 a.m. 12 hours later, the fatigue has finally hit Madonna and Child, and they're sleeping it off. Her last words before dozing off were how "the tears were starting." Yeah... yeah, it's a pretty emotional time.
Back to baby. She's healthy and pink and chirps like a pterodactyl when she cries. She was 8lbs, 7oz at weigh-in, and seemed to be a natural breast feeder.
They measured her at... if I'm not mistaken, 20.5". Between you and me, I think that that half inch is probably her crown of full, dark hair, as you can see in the photo. Is it curly, Grandma Monica? Well, a first bath and time may tell, but it looked curly to me.
The things that you go through just after birth are remarkable. Her first cry sounded like a symphony, but moments later, we could pick up the "gargley" sound in her cry, and it's pretty easy to imagine worst-case scenarios. She's fine. A bit of fluid in the lungs and passageways, but that's gone now, and it's back to the symphony. Also, so far, not much of a cryer. The occasional "I'm going to need a little more heat here" or "Jesus, it's drafty in here... what's wrong with you, were you born in a barn?!" wail.
The new life has begun... I started this post about 2 hours ago, and am only now getting back to it. I've lost momentum and am a little tired again. Oh, parenthood! You startled me... I didn't see you standing there.
I've heard the question asked a few times "How bad was it?" I don't know, I wasn't the one contracting, but having seen what it looks like first-hand, ask yourself if you really want to know, or if this might be one of the those "ignorance is bliss" moments.
I'll leave you soon. One more photo of the girl, this time, doing her best Paul Martin impersonation.
It's a whole new world, and one that's pretty worthwhile.
- Michel
Margo was born today, Sunday, September 10, at 12:10 a.m. 12 hours later, the fatigue has finally hit Madonna and Child, and they're sleeping it off. Her last words before dozing off were how "the tears were starting." Yeah... yeah, it's a pretty emotional time.Back to baby. She's healthy and pink and chirps like a pterodactyl when she cries. She was 8lbs, 7oz at weigh-in, and seemed to be a natural breast feeder.
They measured her at... if I'm not mistaken, 20.5". Between you and me, I think that that half inch is probably her crown of full, dark hair, as you can see in the photo. Is it curly, Grandma Monica? Well, a first bath and time may tell, but it looked curly to me.
The things that you go through just after birth are remarkable. Her first cry sounded like a symphony, but moments later, we could pick up the "gargley" sound in her cry, and it's pretty easy to imagine worst-case scenarios. She's fine. A bit of fluid in the lungs and passageways, but that's gone now, and it's back to the symphony. Also, so far, not much of a cryer. The occasional "I'm going to need a little more heat here" or "Jesus, it's drafty in here... what's wrong with you, were you born in a barn?!" wail.
The new life has begun... I started this post about 2 hours ago, and am only now getting back to it. I've lost momentum and am a little tired again. Oh, parenthood! You startled me... I didn't see you standing there.
I've heard the question asked a few times "How bad was it?" I don't know, I wasn't the one contracting, but having seen what it looks like first-hand, ask yourself if you really want to know, or if this might be one of the those "ignorance is bliss" moments.
I'll leave you soon. One more photo of the girl, this time, doing her best Paul Martin impersonation.
It's a whole new world, and one that's pretty worthwhile.
- Michel
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12:23 a.m.Tati Julie & Tonton Adrian were baaad! Since I was off work for a week, we went to Santa Barbara, a quaint little coastal town, for a couple of days and toured a couple of wineries in Santa Ynez county. Think the movie "Sideways" cause that's exactly where they filmed. And I recognized almost all of it.
But I digress. We left town without giving you our cell numbers. Sure you have our work number and home number but how are you going to get a hold of us when we're out getting a nice tan and getting pickled from all that wine? (By the way, Kalayra "Cashmere" is a wonderful blend of an australian shyrah and a cabernet, I think).
I decided, on the trip back, that Margo had been born on the 5th. I'm glad I didn't tell Donna that back then. To my dismay, the phone light was not blinking when we got home. Which is dismal enough. It means nobody loved us during our 3 day sojourn and - sigh - Margo had not made an appearance yet.
I was, how-ever elated to hear Michel's tired but proud voice on Sunday morning giving me the news-worthy details. Ah! Tati has something in her eyes she thinks. That, or allergies are kicking in.
Anyway. What a great way to end my vacation. Making me all happy and warm and fuzzy all over.
Donna, maman, you are a fabulous woman to give us all this wonderful gift. You needn't send me anything for christmas. I think this will last for at least the next 3 to come.
God bless your little family. She is truly a beaut.
2:29 p.m.
Tati Julie, you made me cry!! (maybe not that hard to do to a postpartum woman but I'm really touched!)
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