Limbo is ended.
I’m still gathering myself, so apologies if this is unfocussed.
To be put in such a clinical place, and yet have the closeness of mothers and friends. It is a special feeling to have. We were blessed (and no, I do not use that word lightly) to have family and friends present.
Lola Jean was born healthy, bloody, and covered in thick, sticky vernix. She had a wail like a rockstar, and rocked her apgars at one and five minutes.
Weighing in at 8 pounds 1 ounce in the old-speak (or, for the modernists, 3.645kg) she was wonderfully average. Short at 48cm, but healthy.
Her name took a long while to find, but was worth the wait. Much like the child herself.
That’s all I have. Now it’s time to wait for Bookboy
gizo.
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congrats!!!!!!! she’s beautiful!
Woohoo. Yay. Yippee. Woot. Hot diggity. !
huzzah! welcome lola - hang onto your feisty rockstar skills, they’ll come in handy. huzzah also for kymbo, gizo, and the hmh xx
Hola Lola!
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