Last night, my world became one person larger. The person? Sweet and beautiful and perfect and oh, her name.
And then there's her mama. A ROCKSTAR, people, a serious rockstar. Im sure she'll tell her story soon, but I want you to know that this girl handled labor like a pro. Seriously, she was showing me her new curtains IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONTRACTION.
Beth and I paced the hospital waiting room like expectant fathers, amusing ourselves with stupid stories and stupid tweets while we waited for the news. At one point, her doula walked past (who is also my doula), and I very nearly tackled her to get some news. (This was right after Beth attempted to convince me that *I* had to go find out news because *she* had to nurse Tommy.)
An hour later, her husband came in and told us the news, and then, we got to meet the most perfect, beautiful little girl I have ever seen, with the most perfect, beautiful, GLOWING mama I have ever seen.
She was well worth the wait.