Dude. You guys are the bestest. Truly. I can't believe we did it! We fucking did it! And you all were integral. I can't tell you how much I felt buoyed by your encouragement, thoughts and prayers. I'm on Cloud 9. But, believe me, it's an exhausting place. I'd love to tell you that fluffy bunny rabbits and skittles tumble out of Cora Jane's little bum and that her vocal chords are capable of tunes that would make the angels envious, but, uh, no. She's a newborn after all. And newborns are hard fucking work. But it's not a thankless task at all, and I adore the everloving shit out of the kid.
I figured I'd share a couple of photos because I'm all Braggy Mom this week. I've earned it. And please don't fret over the oxygen tubes. That's just a way of life when you happen to get borned at 10,000 ft above sea level. She'll likely be off of it after her two week appointment and I absolutely can't wait because I swear I'm going to topple over the cord and land on the kiddo one of these days. She also has a couple of red patches above her eyes that totally freaked me out, but the doctor says those will disappear in time.
I was thinking the other day about a blog name for our newest edition. I've decided that, for the purposes of this blog, she'll be Zee Baby. I think it's cute.
Anyway, I now present to you, Zee (cutest EVER) Baby:
Last but not least, I can't believe I had a baby girl. I totally thought boy. But now that I've got a kick ass chick for a daughter, I'm reminded of the poem I shared with you all a while back. The first verse keeps running through my head:
One day I'll give birth to a tiny baby girl and when she's born she'll scream and I'll make sure she never stops.
Dude. There's nothing that compares to the first three months for "Holy smokes, this is challenging." The upside is that 1) Everything else suddenly becomes easier, and 2) Zee.
By the way, when my daughter was born, I literally yelled "WHOA! VAGINA!!!" Because I never, ever thought "girl."
I'm sooo happy for you Zube Girl. All those months on not really enjoying your pregnancy from fear of losing her and now you have this precious little baby. Congratulations to you and Zube Boy, the best husband ever. You guys rock!
It's amazing to me to find I have so much love and affection for people I've never met. My heart is filled with joy, and my eyes with tears at seeing you hold your little angel in your arms.
May your every day be filled with love and blessings.
Totally awesome. You did it and with such beautiful results! I feel like a proud auntie! Lots of pics in coming months please! Congratulations! You deserve the best!
Zube, I am incredibly happy to see your day has come ! I know how long of a road it has been. She is lovely and will have no choice but to grow up a kick ass chick, with a role model like you, how could she turn out any other way?
We have some simularities, you and I: I have had three miscarriages and am pregnant with what is hopefully our first successful pregnancy (just like you!) I'm also having a girl (due beginning of August) and have that same onesie! Some things are just perfect. I can't wait to put my own little darling into that shirt and really know just exactly how she was "worth the wait". Beautiful Zee baby.
Congats, you deserve to brag after all you've been through to get this baby girl! She's beautiful! Our baby had red eyelids, too, they disappear gradually and were completely gone by 1 year old. We just think the stork especially kissed his beautiful blue eyes.
Well, I'm Zube Girl. Bermuda born, Jersey bred, and Colorado bound. Not 'bound' in the sense that that's where I'm headed. Bound in the sense that I'm bound here by an undying love for my husband and the mountains. I will always and forever be a Jersey Girl, though. While most importantly, I'm me, I also happen to be Zee Baby's Mom. She somehow managed to stick around my hostile uterus after three miscarriages. For that I am in awe of her. I don't leave much about my life to the imagination. Laying it all down doesn't really scare me. I muse about the good, the bad, and the ugly. I was raped in college and terminated the resulting pregnancy. I try to at least make the experience useful by sharing my story in support of Choice. You've been warned. Oh yeah, if you're not fond of sentences ending in prepositions, the F-Bomb, and random and chaotic use of ellipses, stop here...This blog is not for you.
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Dude. There's nothing that compares to the first three months for "Holy smokes, this is challenging." The upside is that 1) Everything else suddenly becomes easier, and 2) Zee.
By the way, when my daughter was born, I literally yelled "WHOA! VAGINA!!!" Because I never, ever thought "girl."
Rock on, sister.