And then I got to lay eyes on sweet sleeping Curran, who was born, all 8 pounds, 7 ounces of her, just before midnight on Friday.
And that’s when I began to cry. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?
Monday, March 31, 2008
One and a half days old
Yesterday as I walked down the halls of the hospital labor and delivery unit to meet our friends Carey and Brant and their new baby girl, I was retracing the steps I’d taken as Rob and I walked laps back in July as we tried to get labor going the night before Owen’s birth (we were eventually sent home before real labor set in for good). And I was remembering those incredible morning moments when both Owen and Will came into the world.
And then I got to lay eyes on sweet sleeping Curran, who was born, all 8 pounds, 7 ounces of her, just before midnight on Friday.
And that’s when I began to cry. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?
And then I got to lay eyes on sweet sleeping Curran, who was born, all 8 pounds, 7 ounces of her, just before midnight on Friday.
And that’s when I began to cry. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?
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Yes, very, very beautiful. Congrats to Carey and Brant! They hold life so preciously in their hands, so thoughtfully in their heads and meaningfully in their hearts that I know, they will do all right by Curran Riley. Thanks for sharing the good news!
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