26 September 2001
Last year: I wind up looking like something from a cartoon, flailing arms, tangled limbs, the works.
When I went to the hospital yesterday, they'd taken Emma off the IV she'd been on to increase her blood sugar. That made it a lot easier to pass her around and keep her blanket wrapped around her.
So of course I took some more pictures.
 Yup, she's Daddy's little girl, and she's already got her daddy firmly wrapped around her tiny little fingers. |
 Not that I'm one to speak of being wrapped around her finger... About ten minutes after this picture was taken, she fell asleep in my arms. Me? Puddle of goo. |
 Look at those cute little chubby cheeks! Yeah, I know, she's reduced me to a babbling idiot. I don't care. |
By some bizarre miracle, they had no other visitors when I first arrived, so I got to hold Emma for a good forty-five minutes or more. (Poor Matt was working late, dealing with people - supposedly other computer professionals, who actually said to him, "The application crashed. We think it might be because you e-mailed it to us. Can you put it up for us to FTP instead?" Professionals, mind you.)
Eventually Jeremy and Elizabeth showed up, toting dinner for Braz and themselves. (Kris had already eaten her hospital food, which she swore was actually really good.) They all ate, and then Jeremy couldn't stand it any longer; he washed the grease off his fingers and came for Emma.
I took a couple of pictures. He glowered. "You're only getting away with this because of her," he said.
I grinned and took another picture. It seemed to be the thing to do.
I was there for a good two hours. I'd meant to make it only about an hour - Kris is still recovering from major surgery, after all, and I don't want to wear out my welcome. But when I arrived, they'd all three just woken up from a nap, so they were feeling somewhat refreshed; and aside from Braz's family, who'd dropped by briefly to say goodbye before heading back home, they hadn't had any visitors all day.
And it's amazing how quickly time can slip away when you're cradling a baby.
Yes, I'm going to be baby-crazy for a little while. Shut up and deal. Or go away and come back in about a week.
Anecdote: As I said, when I first arrived, they'd all just woken from a nap. Kris commented how good it had felt to get some sleep (apparently yesterday's constant stream of visitors had Emma overstimulated, and she was up all night, fussy) and Braz said, "Yeah, if I could just get a good night's sleep, I'd feel great!"
I snorted at him. "You're lucky Matt didn't come with me. The sarky comments..."
Braz held up a hand. "Wait, let me translate. The old Braz: 'Good night's sleep' - twelve hours. The new Braz: 'Good night's sleep' - three hours."
I wish him luck anyway.
Word of the Day:
reiterate - to state or do over again or repeatedly sometimes with wearying effect
Song of the Day:
Yoda (Weird Al Yankovic)
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