Freight Train Smudge

Smudge arrived like a freight train this morning shortly after six o'clock. Yesterday, she started also like a freight train — real slow — but once she built up momentum, she barrelled right through. The story is that there was minimal activity around 4AM but that baby was bearing down the tracks by 6 o'clock. In fact, the nurses were frantic to slow the train down while the doctor ran red lights in his attempt to make it to the station on time.

All is well. Toes and fingers are all present and accounted for, and lungs work wondrously well, a fact to which the whole of the maternity ward can attest. Mother is a wee bit worn after two restive nights and after projecting an 8lb 6oz daughter (see proof below) into this world out but should mend well in fairly short order. Grampa is also recovering nicely under the kindly auspices of an extra large coffee and two extra strength Tylenol, not to mention a Diet Coke, donut, and breakfast sandwich (bacon and egg).





Addition photos on Brown Betty Brew.