Now let's go back to the beginning and see what I can remember about this day. Because, to be honest, I'm writing this 6 months later and things can so easily get hazy. Jeff had planned a work trip to San Francisco the week Rhea was due. Admittedly not the best timing, but we were all convinced she would deliver late. So onto the plane he went. Then Ayla got sick. Not just your typical "mom, my throat hurts" type of sick, but the stomach flu variety. Skip ahead a few days to March 19 and I get a text saying Rhea and Jonathan were in the hospital and the baby was on her? his? way. At this point Ayla was recovering, but was in no shape to sit in a waiting room. Plus, giving all those possible germs to an infant? Forget about it. So the search went out for someone to help. Our babysitter pulled through and I got to visit Rhea.
As I walked up to the front desk to ask for her room number, they glanced at my growing belly and assumed I was there to have a baby of my own. Really? I'm dressed (semi) nice... and CLEARLY not in labor. But I digress. So I walk into Rhea's room and there she is. Smiling. There's music playing. The vibe in that room was so chill. Oh epidural, let's count the ways we love you.
Then there was some waiting, a tasty lunch, a babysitter rotation at home and more waiting. Folks, they don't call it a 'waiting room' for nothing. Every time one of our phones beeped or buzzed all eyes went to the owner. Was it news? Jonathan had taken to texting me so I got a lot of hopeful looks directed my way. Then came the sweet lullaby tinkle played across the maternity wing. It had to be! Something was different about this lullaby. (The hospital would play it each time a baby was born.) Sure enough, Jonathan came walking out with the biggest grin on his face. With a tear in his eye (or maybe more) he announced they had a daughter. A precious girl! A whoop went up and hugs were handed out. We waited a bit more to meet the newest family member, but it was oh, so worth the wait.
Even Dad/Papi got in on the action. Lulu was named after him and although he didn't say it out loud, I could tell he was very touched.
She was wide awake, just taking it all in. Happy to be out in this new world. Then the nurse took her footprints and gave her a bath. She.was.not.happy. And let me just tell you, when Lulu isn't happy, she lets you know.
But then she was wrapped back up- a perfect little package, complete with a bow on top. She fell asleep immediately and we got another peek at the adorableness. I mean, just look at those cheeks!
Three days later we got to visit again. I think she's the perfect mix of Rhea and Jonathan. Lovely Lulu...I heart you.
As I write this, Lulu is already 6 months old! I'm trying to go in chronological order so I won't add any current pictures but there are lots more to come!












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