After a couple days of prodromal labor and 22 hours of "real" labor, her arrival, as I announced was "sweet relief" and so much more, that I don't even have words for. She was born with a full head of dark hair, just as I did had when I was born.
We named her Remy Mae. Remy- French (like Chloe) and Mae, with the relation to spring and all things growing. And now, we have two little french flowers. TWO as in-we. have. kids. Every time I say, "the girls", it blows my mind.
Three months (gulp) have now passed. I better get back to blogging so we can document such sweet time. We've been savoring it and surviving it, day-by-day, often hour-by-hour. Postpartum recovery, around the clock nursing and a very active toddler. Oh boy, sometimes I (we) really feel in over our heads. But really, no one prepares you for the amount of love you feel for your babies. It's extraordinary. I can't keep myself from snuggling her, closing my eyes tight and wishing I could make time stand still.
So with a long overdue post, welcome to the beautiful world my dear Remy. You've already have captured our hearts.
(For those who were following my birthing journey, yes, I was able to VBAC. With the help of supportive doctors, the encouragement of my sweet doula and the dearest husband who coached me through labor. I was so encouraged and best of all, I got to hold her within seconds of being born. The best reward ever.)