This is our cuteness at 3 days old. (I was told we don’t count the day she was born as a day…?).
We really haven’t been doing much besides changing diapers, feeding baby and crying. Well, okay, that would be me and Kayla. I’d add sleep, but all you parents out there would know that isn’t quite true. Tim is doing better at that than I.
Vicki (Grandma)came back today, visitng and helping out. She doesn’t seem to mind too much.
Kayla was born at 6:52 am on Saturday morning April 23, 2005. She weighed 7 pounds even and was 19 inches long. We think she is very beautiful.
Both Baby and mother are doing well. (I am also doing well. J )
When I came home from work on Friday, Robin was having some mild contractions, and we went out to dinner. On the walk there, they got stronger, (it was her idea to walk there, just so you know…) we had a nice dinner, and on the way back they were even stronger. We went into the hospital at about 11 or so, and Kayla was born at about 7am on Saturday.
She is as sweet as can be and seems to be mostly focused on sleeping, nursing, and pooping.
Yup, I think I can say that Tim is a proud papa. Love at first sight must be reserved for our own newborns. After seeing such an amazing process it’s hard not to be in love.
We had a nice relaxing but social weekend. Friday we had a nice Indian dinner with some friends at Cedars. Angela’s “baby the day after indian food” karma did not make it my way, but it is good food, and that was what we were after.
Saturday and Sunday was spent with friends, as well as a trek to Vashon for Gorby the cat’s 20th birthday party. On Sunday we went to a film showing of “something between us”. This was written and directed by a guy that I used to play soccer with. Interesting and funny. Then, later that afternoon the Taft men came for a visit. All around a good weekend.
Okay, this may not be everyone’s idea of a good first post photo, but hey, it’s a start. For those of you still unsure whether or not I am really pregnant, this should be a good indicator. We’re getting closer every day, and look forward to meeting our child.