After much drama involving a group of Labor and Delivery Nurses holding our lives hostage in their hands and laughing maniacally (I'll spare you the gory details) we made it to the hospital and had ourselves a baby.
Lila arrived at 1:10am this morning weighing in 6lbs 11oz and stretching to an enormous 18in in height. She's a little peanut. She might actually wear size 3 months baby clothes for more than 6 days (which is what our boys did.)
Amy was a champ. Active labor lasted about 4 minutes. I however, almost fainted. Twice. (Once during the epidural, and once during delivery.) Seriously? Why did Amy getting an epidural almost make me faint? I wasn't even watching.
After being bright eyed and wide awake (but not at all fussy) until we gave her to the nurse at 4am, she came back to us this morning bundled up and sleepy. Yeah for those Labor and Delivery nurses, whom now we love.PS. I hope you sang the title of this post like Etta James. At laaaaast.
PPS. Amy is not here to proofread, so if I used the wrong "there" or put an apostrophe where it shouldn't be, my apologies. Eric - can you help a brother out?
