Why is it that when a person (usually of the female persuasion) sees 7 pounds and 4 ounces of tiny elfin delicious baby perfection, said person’s voice immediately zooms to stratospheric pitch?
My throat hurts today, after speaking in Mariah-Carey’s highest vocal range all weekend. In other news, my son is a huge monster baby and I need to have another tiny newborn THIS INSTANT because my ovaries said so, and they remain the boss of me.
Ellison Mckenzie, aka Ella, Ella-boo, Ella Mac, and Darling Preshuss Baby Girl Squeee, was born to my husband’s sister on Saturday morning. The C section went smooth as silk, and Mama was up and walking 24 hours later. I hope she doesn’t murder me for sharing her in-hospital photos, but she just looks so good for a woman who recently had major abdominal surgery, don’t you think!
Ella has long musician’s fingers, long Don’t-Hate-Me-Because-I’m-Beautiful eyelashes, and really long fingernails. So, basically, she’s long all ’round, and pretty much otherwise just quiet and taking it all in. Newborns have a real wisdom in their faces, and baby Ella is as placid and ancient as the Buddha. She also – and the photos don’t show this, curses – has, like, ridiculous amounts of super curly black hair. Jack had lots of dark hair at birth, but this girl has got some serious ‘fro. Many jokes were made that the blond haired blue eyed couple produced the dark baby, while Patrick and I got our blue-eyed blonde boy. I’m sure Ella will lose all this hair in the first month – but ahhh, what will grow in? Will she be mistaken for my kid in years to come? It’s funny that I am the only one in the family who shares no genes with her, and yet she looks exactly like I did as a beab!
She has her Daddy’s cupid’s bow mouth and her Mama’s (and Uncle’s, and cousin’s) eyebrows. She’s gorgeous, and we’re so happy she’s here.
Now. To invent a teleportation device so I can spend every weekend with her . . .