Boring

After the intensity of Finn's birth, I can sum up the Rookie birthing experience in one word:  boooooooring.   Turns out that once you add an epidural into the mix, the most exciting thing to happen in the hours of active labor at the hospital was trading baseball barbs with the nurses that were unimpressed by my Yankees hat while Kitty peacefully read books.

But don't think me dismissive.  If I recall, after watching Kitty endure 37 hours of pain-med-free labor the last time around, I judged her the strongest woman alive.  However, those same 37 hours broke something inside of me - it turns out, I'm not that strong.  And Kitty knows this.  So after accepting the epidural this time around, pretty much entirely to keep me from melting into a tiny weeping puddle while our daughter was born, I judge her both the strongest AND the kindest woman alive.

Beyond that, there's not much to say.  I wish I could tell a story about how we mistakenly walked out of the birthing ward with her and her security anklet still on, causing a full hospital lockdown and SWAT deployment, but that anklet fell off almost as soon as they put it on, so pretty much anyone could have stolen her without incident.  No good stories there, unfortunately.

So since there's really nothing to write about at this point, here are some pictures of Edie's first couple of days.  I'm sure there will be many, many more to come.

Edie Christine, a set on Flickr.