Beautiful girl. She exited the womb without a whimper. Once she breached, the doctor asked Jes to pull her out--how insane is that? Little Emma-bean just came out, yawned a bit, looked around, and took the whole thing in stride. That's my girl. Stats: 8 lbs. 13 oz., 20.25 in. long, 13.5 in. head, 13.5 in. chest. I'm glad she came early--that's a big girl.
Other players:
The woman of the hour. This photo was taken just an hour before the pushing and the pain. Jes was composed and collected--knew what she needed to do--and still managed to look amazingly hot.
I had only a minor role. Mostly just offered a hand to Jes. However, I did cut the umbilical without inflicting any serious bodily harm. All in all, craziest coolest experience of my life. The title of the foregoing pic: Instant Love.
My two beautiful girls. Victorious. Sublime. Lovely. Perfect. So many words.
Emma in the incubator. She was so calm after all the commotion. I think we woke her up--she kept giving us a scowl like we'd completely inconvenienced her. Already so entitled.
Grandma Brown holding Emma. Look at all that copper hair. She definitely has that red glow. All the nurses l-o-v-e-d it. The birthing nurse told us that red hair is so rare (it's recessive) that by the year 2000-something, there will be no more red heads. We'll see if Emma keeps her color.
Day 2. Emma in her crib in her first princess outfit. Hopefully her hair color doesn't clash with all the thousand pink outfits she has. That would be incredibly ironic.
Comparing baby pics:
Here's Jes as an infant. See the resemblance? Jes and Emma have the same pouty mouth and chin.
Me. I also rocked the red back in the day. No longer.
