Friday, September 29, 2006

If that isn't a snuggly baby, i don't know what is.


















The baby is home. We have an enormous, loud pump filling her nose tube (technically called a cannula) with oxygen. We have bottles of ativan, phenobarbitol and morphine. We have about two hundred million billion phone numbers to call in case of, well, anything. Most importantly, we have a baby. In our house.

I would say more about this momentous occasion if i were not completely exhausted and really wanting to go, well, look at the baby.