Eliza Jane Lincoln
9 pounds even, 20 inches long
Beautiful, Healthy, and So Very Loved
Home already with some good drugs. Settling in for our first night and she is sleeping at the foot of the bed in the cradle my father made for me when I was born. Totally different from Hank in every single way, from a full head of black hair to an easy hospital stay with no surprises. Having had it both ways, let me highly recommend a spinal over an epidural for c-sections.
Name was chosen back in April after great debate. It's the name of a great children's' song by Elizabeth Mitchell (Lil' Liza Jane). We didn't name her after the tune exactly, but rather the knowing of it tipped the scales in favor a bit. Been singing it to her as her official lullaby, making up new verses as we go. Not sure yet if she'll be just Eliza or the longer Eliza Jane. Let's toss in "EJ" for a third option. Who knows how that is all going to shake out. Time will tell.
Had to laugh at one blog reader commenting on if I had PUPPS, baby must be a boy. Certainly made our last few days a bit of a question mark after I investigated the comment. 75% of PUPPS cases are boys. Throw in the fact that the pediatric cardiologist told me it was a girl when I wanted to sneak a peek behind Matt's back (I had ample reason, but that's another story for another day) and he had fessed up to being wrong on one of his three children, we started having doubts about the piles of pink clothing we had washed and put away. Fun really to have it be a little bit exciting in the end, but glad she popped out a girl.
Hank is very much in love with "Baby". Can tell already he's going to be a good older brother. Suddenly, my baby boy seems very mature and so very big. Sniff sniff.