Insubordiknit

Sweetpea arrives

She's here! All 6lbs7oz/19 inches of her, wee little thing that she is. She's also perfect. PERFECT. In fact, everything went perfect, but that's always the way it seems with the hindsight in place. It did go extremely well though, minus the crazy ice storm that we had to drive (I don't know? is 13 mph driving? maybe creeping?) through to get me to the hospital Wednesday morning. We were on time, but still delayed an hour due to hospital staff and my doctor dealing with what the news called a "meteorologicalbomb". So Sweetpea was born a 9:42 am with nary a problem and a big whooping scream into a room of oohing and aahing doctors, nurses, and 2 very thrilled parents, not to mention the eager brother and grandparents outside the double doors.

Much like Little Bit, we didn't share her name with anyone until we were able to tell her. Actually, 20 minutes after she was born LB got to come in the recovery room (usually off limits to kids as I'm in there for only 90 minutes, nursing and unnumbing) and name her himself. I had a moment of panic, thinking he was going to forget the names we all agreed upon and go rogue, naming her his top choice of Cobra or Serpent and then we'd be stuck, having to apply to the universe for a name change and all. But he didn't, he was sweetly overjoyed to whisper her name up close to her newly born face, prefaced by I love you XXX Boggs. He's in love. He can't get enough of her. We're all in love, all four of us -- there's FOUR of us now! wow.

A C-section at this hospital usually stays 4 nights, but we were both doing so well that we stayed only 2 nights, making our escape on Friday so that we could all be together, a family, at home. It's been pretty blissful since. The picture below is us taking her home, donned and swimming in a tiny sweater I quickly knit out of the last lovely hank of scout's swag I received.

I'm amazed with her, in awe. I knew I would be, but part of me feared that I couldn't love anything as much as I love LB. I was wrong. They both are in my heart and occupy equal but massive parts of it, making it feel like it's close to bursting. She's so lovely and sweet, and so different from LB. I think I thought she'd be another little LB, as least physically, but she's not. He was 2 lbs heavier, and 2 inches longer, he had barely any hair and it was golden, his skin olive-y and his features bigger, more what they are today. She's so petite with smaller lips and eyes and skin like mine, easy to redden when anything other than smiles grace the face. They do have much in common though, how wonderful they are, how much they're loved, how we're going to do all we can to make their lives glow.

She's already picking up her head and turning it to look side to side, and if you put her on her back (the rare moments she's not being held), she'll immediately turn to her side. She's a great nurser, though I believe poor anna nicole may have left her boobs to me, huge and firm as they are now.

We're all wonderful, sleeping and snuggling and generally loving each other.

WWmycomputerD

My long absence was not, sadly, caused by a sweet smelling dewy faced babe, but instead due to Collapso's death rattle. Collapso, for those of you that don't know, was almost Little Bit's name, now it's the name of my computer and it's the computer that's spent the last 2 months groaning and humming and generally keeping me awake at night, and not because I think about it, but because I can hear the sucker all the way upstairs! So last week, it finally died. Dead. Nothing. Nada. Not good for a a girl who makes her living via the sparking wires stretching across this world.

I was upset. And cut off. I stuck my tongue out at it. I called it mean and nasty names -- asshat, abnormal crapbat, judas. Bill took it apart. Bill made funny things happen on the screen -- strange black screens with yellow words that look like so much gibberish. I cursed. I wrote Collapso on a rock and placed it on it's top like a pathetic little gravemarker. Truth be told, I may have placed it with a little more vigor than required for such a solemn occasion.

And then 3 days later (really)...it came back. Alive. Resurrected. No shit. I'm thinking of changing it's name, something a bit more, I don't know, biblical. Yes, folks, you thought jesus was coming back as a Komodo Dragon, but no, he's taken divine form as a groaning, battered, corner held together with black electrical tape, Mac laptop.

What you thought he'd be a PC? Pish posh.