Our new daughter has arrived.
Meet Laura Jean Brantley Sapp:
She was born the morning of November 21, as a rare Albuquerque rain was transforming into an even more rare Albuquerque snow. That part was nice.
It was also nice to not be induced, to have that experience of waking up at 4 am, shuffling into the living room to breathe on the yoga ball for a bit, take a hot shower (which holy smokes feels wonderful during labor) and eventually make the call to go to the hospital.
And less than three hours after getting to the hospital, we had a 7-pound, 11-ounce bundle of joy. Hooray for the second time around!
I owe a large debt of gratitude to Robin Hood; our doula, Dani; and a terrific medical team, including my own doctor. No one gets a guarantee that their doctor will deliver their baby, so to have her there was extra- special.
Also, enormous thanks and credit to Team Caroline: our neighbors Sarah and Justin, our other neighbors Rick and Pam, and my sister and her husband. Between all of them they took such great care of our toddler that I doubt she even noticed we were gone.
We are readjusting to life with a newborn. It is a vaguely familiar, mind-bending fog. It is also almost paralyzingly beautiful. We’re all pretty enthralled, including Caroline, who requests regular updates on Baby Sis as she goes about her bustling toddler life ( “Baby Sis night-night? Baby Sis nom-nom??”).
Here are a few lessons I’ve learned so far in going from one to two:
- God bless daylight. And coffee.
- No one tells you how much you’re going to miss your toddler. Maybe because there’s no accurate way to convey this.
- Sleep WILL come. For the baby and for you.
- Remembering to put on deodorant is a win. Own it.
- Let the help of others happen. Just let it.
Each day brings new ones.
It’s a challenge, but to take a line from Michelle Obama, our square is now complete. And we are so very thankful.