She is an amazingly sweet and pink little thing with fluffy auburn hair, and eats and sleeps surprisingly well... and aside from taking her time showing up, she has been very accommodating and considerate of the Huff household.
Lettuce first take a look back at the few days preceding her arrival. (Obviously, bedrest works, as she managed to stay put for 39 weeks and 6 days. Or, as my doctorb put it, perhaps my cervix was like me: short but mighty. (No, I wasn't laughing.))
...and here I am on Tuesday morning. After waking up at 1:30 am with even more contractions, and deciding to watch a bit of Wipeout, I got Chris out of bed around 3 am, because let's face it: when Wipeout is no longer funny, it's time to go to the hospital. After some triaging, some time in the jacuzzi, and some walking, I said, "hook me up!" and got me an epidural. And then some pitocin. Guess how I felt about it? IT WAS AWESOME. Maybe I appreciated it more because I had done it twice before without, but wow, what a... yes, I'll say it... pleasant experience! Eventually, they broke my water, I pushed for a whole NINE minutes, and voila! A Tamsin is born!
Big Brother and Big Sister came to meet the little one - they were SO excited, and still are.
This is Thursday morning, getting ready to come home. I again had a lovely hospital stay, and can't say enough good things about the nurses, doctors, and food services.
Tamsin yukking it up with proud Daddy.
Our little Tamsin, 7 days old.