Grand Parade

Oh y’all. This is probably old news by now, thanks to my husband’s connection to the Internets while we were in the hospital, but she’s here. And if I do say so, she’s pretty awesome.

More to come certainly, as we just got home, but we have answers to some of my burning questions pre-labor, and Pitocin and epidurals and OH MY. But, hello, let me for the moment state the incredibly obvious and overly earnest and just say that she was worth every single second of everything — of puking, of crying, of sleepless nights (and those to come) and of the labor I thought for a little while was sure to kill me dead (I think I threatened to leave my own labor and GO TO THE MALL at one point. People thought I was kidding, but I kind of wasn’t).

In the meantime, indulge me and take a look at her, less than one day old here, our little Samantha Brooke, born at 9:02 p.m. Friday, March 6, and named in part, for Adam’s beloved grandmother, who I’ve talked about before here, and who I hope is smiling very, very broadly somewhere.

Welcome to the world, kid.

Thank you all for the well wishes — to Adam, to me and to, oddly, her through her Twitter feed. Much, much love.

*Reindeer Section, which is what was playing when she finally decided to show up for good. Which is amazing, considering it’s a hell of a beautiful song. Lucky us.

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