And now the conclusion to yesterday’s cliffhanger. Barb had gone in for a regular check as she was now 10 days or so overdue. Which is a long time. Seeing as there were absolutely no signs of her beginning labour, I fugured we were still a few days away from any action.
Well, my phone rang in the middle of the second run saying otherwise. I guess the doctor wanted to talk about hurrying things along, and someone sounded a little anxious. I shortly found myself unshowered and unfed, but wearing this badass teal ensemble.
Barb had an old friend to keep her company too.
She was definitely a bit nervous about the impending situation. Who wouldn’t be?
Barb, our awesome midwife, was on hand to explain things. The doc came by to reinforce it. As things weren’t even close to happening naturally, and with Barb’s size and what appeared to be a big baby, it looked like a C-section was the best course of action. We were all ready to try the natural route, but our chances of succeeding weren’t great, so we opted for the surgery. It’s a mild disappointment, but really…it’s about the baby not us.
So off to the OR we went, at just after midnite. Have a look at my Mom. See how youthful she looks? Next time you see here she’ll be a grannie.
Well, it didn’t take very long. Lacking in romance perhaps, but highly efficient. As I expected, we got a girl.
8 lbs, 14oz, and about 21″ long. Also, she shares a birthday with Madonna.
Barbara Anna, meet Anna Siobhan (you pronounce it Shivon. It’s gaelic, and as most gaels are completely illiterate you are allowed to get creative with the spelling).
The whole family.
And our friend The Mug.
OK, quiz time: whose hand is who’s?
Three generations of ladies get acquianted. Grannie, Auntie Jennie, and baby.
Yup, she’s a big’un.
She sure is scrunchy looking, just like her dirtbag daddy.
Yup, you can feel those female hormones kick in.
She’s got her moms cheeks, lungs, and nose.
She’s got my hair though, the little hippy.
Whattya think, granny?
She’s just like a Red Delicious.
Although my sister called her “Little Burrito” when she saw her all swaddled up.
Happy Birthday, Siobhan. You’ve got lots of adventures ahead of you.
