Get your mind out of the gutter! It’s not what you think!
At 0026 Eastern time, Mr. Matata and I welcomed Wee Miss Matata to our household. She arrived with little/no drama - perfect, healthy, 7lbs. 11 oz., 20 inches long, uncomplicated and quick natural delivery. Yet there was a bit of a surprise involved: Based on ultrasound, everyone from the midwife to the tech were +95% certain that we were expecting a boy. Fortunately, I take these things with a grain of salt, and didn’t rush out to decorate the nursery in blue and baseballs and such. She won’t know the difference between blue onesies and pink ones, and I’m not much worried. However, her Papa is a little disappointed that we didn’t get to name her after him. If she’d had the other set of plumbing, her name would have been Stewart, and Papa was so looking forward to taking “Baby Stewie” fishing and to football games and such.
I’m just tickled that we have a beautiful, healthy daughter, and that I could come home four hours after delivery.
Pictures later. Need sleep now, and I’m not back in practice for typing with one hand while holding baby with the other.
Congratulations! I hope she is a better baby than my little girl (now 25 years old) who did not sleep through the night until she was two years old. Grrr.
Grats, and take her fishing, I used to go fishing with my dad on vacations and I had a blast, and he seemed to enjoy it too … though I do admit I don’t like football.
For months, The Niece would wake up early and make a fuss unless she was being held by Daddy (we suspect Mommy would have worked too, but Mommy is a late sleeper like The Nephew). Daddy learned to play one-handed UFO on his cellphone like a champ.
I haven’t been in Florida for over two years!