It's a girl!

The baby's here, the baby's here, the baby's here!!!! And it's another girl! I'm the mother of sisters! Can you tell I'm ecstatic? And overwhelmed and tired and dazed. But mostly ecstatic! 

There's too much to tell right now, as I'm snatching a moment between loads of Drefty laundry, paying lots of attention to LaLa, and nursing, nursing, and nursing some more. But here are the highlights . . . 

* Perhaps because I was in denial that it would ever happen, I went into ACTUAL LABOR! Last Sunday. Literally hours before I was supposed to check into the hospital to be induced. It lasted about seven hours before Plum popped out in a fifteen-minute delivery at exactly 10 p.m.

* Labor hurts. It hurts just how everybody says it hurts -- so badly that you really can't imagine it if you haven't experienced it. 

* Also, epidurals are made of awesome. 

* Plum (I think I'll just keep calling her Plum in this blog, because I think it's cute, but of course, in real life, she has a name that we think is just lovely and that everybody is already mispronouncing, just like her big sister's name. Jeez. You pick a name that's just a little bit Jewy and people get all verklempt. But we still love it.) weighed six pounds, five ounces and was 19.5 inches long. And she looks JUST like LaLa did, yet also somehow, not. 

* She is SWEET! And she eats! And sleeps! Which sounds unremarkable, I know, but LaLa spent the first few months of her life doing little of either. (She was too busy screaming, you see.) So this seems like a miracle! Of course, whenever we get cocky and declare her the best baby EVER, she gets fussy. Just so we know who's in charge. 

* She is gorgeous.

Yes, that is LaLa holding her. LaLa talks about being a big sister, oh, about once every five minutes. She's REALLY into the baby. She's also a little annoyed with us for disrupting her LaLa-centric world. But, until Plum has the ability to start stealing LaLa's toys, at least, it looks like we've got a good sibling sitch going. 

* Last and least, I am no longer diabetic! I can eat again! Which is good because breastfeeding makes you really hungry. Husband, who is also made of awesome, brought me a Krispy Kreme in my hospital bed the morning after Plum's birth, but strangely, I haven't been on the sugar-gorge-fest I expected. Instead, I'm obsessed with turkey-and-salami sandwiches. (I had to forgo not only carbs throughout my pregnancy, but also deli  because it can give you listeria.) But Halloween, oh it is coming!

Time to feed the baby again! More from girlville soon. . . 

xoxo

Elizabeth