Dr. Burgers, Medicine Woman

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Milestone?

Dear Edith,

Well, I don't think it counts as a real milestone, but in the interest of being as embarrassing a parent as possible...
Today you had your first major poop leak. I was holding you on the couch and noticed your back was awfully wet. At first I thought you were very hot and sweaty, but you weren't. It was gross, yellow, breastmilk poop. Then I saw that it was everywhere: you, the nursing pillow, and my clothes. Disgusting. Several wipes and a good deal of hot water and baking soda were necessary.

Don't worry. Despite the grossness, I still think you're precious.

Edie!

Well, Edith Rose was born April 30, 2008 at 10:40 am. She weighed 8lb 1oz, was 20 inches long, and has a full head of hair that's exactly the same color as Carl's. So far, everything's been going well. We're a bit sleepless but very happy.
(As far as labor goes, take my advice, ladies: if a kind-hearted nurse offers you stadol in the middle of a very bad contraction, just say no. It doesn't make anything better or easier, but rather makes you completely unable to rationalize the pain. It also makes it difficult for you to communicate the fact that, yes, that epidural doesn't sound too bad right now, thanks. So much for my plans of a natural birth.)
Edie's nicknames so far:
- Fussbucket
- Flopsy (Carl's favorite)
- Piglet
- Haven't thought of a nickname for when she has the hiccups, which is several times per day. I do however get the urge to sing Weezer's "Island in the Sun" every time she goes "Hic, hic."

Pictures

Here are a few pictures from the hospital.

You're here!

Edie,
You made your appearance on April 30 at 10:40 am. The thing I remember most about that moment is screaming in pain (because that last push hurt) and then immediately smiling with absolute joy and saying, "Oh, hello! I love you so much," as the doctor placed you on my tummy. Your daddy was talking to you and crying (which he pretty much never does). Everything but the three of us disappeared. You were (and are) certainly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and you made this happy couple an even happier family.
As I write this, you are snoozing peacefully in the bouncy seat, surrounded by piles of folded laundry. You went to your first pediatrician's visit this afternoon where you were diagnosed with adorableness. Your daddy and I then decided to further test a baby's portability with a trip to the shops. You did quite well! And don't worry -- I know that you're still very little and kept you away from anybody who could cough on you.
Everything about you is so new and sweet, from your fuzzy little ears to your kissable toes. It's very hard to stop snuggling you sometimes. Your daddy and I are trying to remember to take lots of pictures and videos to remember your "tiny time". In fact, he just recorded you looking around at the unfocused living room and hiccuping. You get the hiccups a lot, but it doesn't seem to bother you much.
For someone so small, you do a lot of cute and funny things. You make goofy faces, both when your asleep and when you're awake. You get all relaxed and floppy when you're deep asleep, which has prompted us to nickname you "Flopsy." Then you wiggle and squirm all over the place in the bath or on the changing table. You really don't like either. You have a couple of other nicknames, including "Piglet" and "Fussbucket." Those are pretty self-explanatory. You really don't fuss too much, though, as you are a remarkably sweet and happy baby. We really lucked out with you. I have a sneaking suspicion your future childhood antics will more than make up for this fairly easy newborn period, though.
I really should be in bed right now, considering you're due to wake up hungry in a couple of hours, but I thought I should write to you first. We're so happy you're here.
Love,
Mommy
P.S. -- I just read your daddy's last post. Looks like we had the exact same thoughts! We both love you very much.