Hi folks. Thank you for all the well-wishing. It is very appreciated. We are, predictably, tired, overwhelmed, and very, very happy.
You shall have a real post one of these days, but for now, a few notes and some pictures:
Note: Epidurals are really, really wonderful things. I have altered my original position towards those who would discourage their use (not those who would not choose them, which is entirely different) from anger to cold, murderous rage. More on this later.
Note: Anemia is a really sucky thing. My deep sympathies to those of you who run in this direction. I've never been like this before, and sweet mother of pearl, I hope it's over soon.
Note: There must be some non-dippy lactation consultants out there, but they don't seem to work for Kips Bay Mega Hospital. Breastfeeding is going pretty well now, no particular thanks to the class we attended, at which we learned a lot of vague and racist stuff about women's huts in "traditional societies" like "China...and, um, India." Quoth Sugar: I've been to China. They live in high-rises. We also learned the terribly pertinent information that, "if you swaddled newborn puppies, they would DIE." The more you know.
Note: All those ridiculous things people say about their babies? About how their particular pooping raisin is the most beautiful, most perfect, smells heavenly, and so clever already? Yeah, it turns out that's all true -- only it's true of our son, not theirs. (We will not discuss how I may have found myself transfixed by emerging meconium.)
Note: Sugar has had occasion already to learn that diapering goes a lot better if you remember, after undressing and un-velcroing and cleaning and ointmenting but before re-dressing, to put an actual diaper on the baby.
Sugar and the squeaker are snoozing next to me, and it's about time to hit the hay myself. So. Pictures. Soon we will make the inevitable move to wordpress and put up some with us in them, because there are some of Sugar that you simply must see. (Pro-tip: you can also see some if you click over to flickr -- thanks to those of you who've warned us about this breech, but we've decided that we aren't worried if y'all find out our true identities; the pseudonyms and so forth are to keep bosses, etc., from finding this place with a quick google.) We'll get you his name in some non-googleable way, too. xo
Rehearsing his dance cycle.
We call this look Pope in Oven Mitts
Thank heavens for internet people! The Bean's first bed, courtesy of Shelli. Wardrobe by Schroe (all pictures -- yeah, we were totally prepared, why?).
Michaela is taking her nannying very seriously.
Orson is less convinced.