...the baby formerly known as Olga! She was 8#10 and 20 inches long.
We are doing pretty well here. I woke up on Christmas Eve with a cold, which was annoying but not a big deal, and got hit with some GI unpleasantness that night -- also annoying but not a big deal. But I think the dehydration plus my old friend oversupply set me up for the trouble that hit me on Christmas afternoon, which looked alarmingly like a case of mastitis. "This," I thought as I shivered under the covers upstairs, listening to the chaos below, "is exactly why I didn't want to be newly postpartum on Christmas Day."
In spite of a couple of teary moments, it was a very nice Christmas. I am much better after a little Aleve and a lot of Gatorade. And I'm so glad she's here that I can't even begin to complain about the timing of her arrival. :-)
Birth story is in the works...
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