Blessed by the Potato

I want to start off by saying very quickly that Wayfare and I had a beautiful little girl this morning, and that everybody is doing well.

I kind of want to write down all the terrifying and wonderful details while they’re still kind of fresh, but I also don’t want to spend too long away from either of them, and I need to spend this time sleeping. Plus I’m not sure I want to share all the emotional stuff, or if I even can express it in words.

But for now, for those who would like to know: it’s a girl, she was 7 lbs 1 oz, she’s got 10 fingers and 10 toes, all nice and evenly distributed. Mom’s exhausted but doing fine (though really wishing there was a private room available so she could sleep).

We’re clearly doing this all wrong. While we’re getting prepared and things are starting to feel very real now with all the baby stuff, we’re not spending nearly enough time enjoying our last kid-free days. I think that delightful mixture of anticipation and terror is giving way to thoughts of “what have we done” and brief panic attacks. But we’ve done our first aid and baby care and birthing classes; the furniture is assembled and the adorable baby clothes ready to be puked and pooped on. I don’t know if anyone is ever fully ready for this, but we’re as close as we’re going to get.

And most importantly, the nest is feathered:

[And no, the stuff in the crib won’t still be in there when it’s time for baby to go in, we’ve been warned about suffocation hazards. But for now it’s adorable.]