Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Introducing ...

Baby Speck! Or, as she will henceforth be known, Maggie Elizabeth. Born 5-22-07 at 12:24 am. Nine pounds, thirteen ounces, 21 1/2 inches long. Punk rocker mohawk, already forming and growing well.

Apparently, she felt that nearly ten pounds of Maggie was not enough, and she has been nursing like a champion since birth, trying hard to reach an even more magnificent fighting weight.

Max is doing wonderfully as a big brother. He has given Maggie a couple of kisses, some interested pokes and prods, and has otherwise pretty much ignored her. I will post a more detailed blog about the whole birth adventure when I am not quite so tired from living that adventure. In the meantime, we are all home, safe and happy, and about to embark on our first night together as a family of four. Wish us luck, and uninterrupted stretches of sleep! :-)

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

congratulations! i'm glad to see that maggie has adopted a non-conformist style early on. it's important to establish an identity as soon as possible. and while i know she is not named for me, i will pretend that she is.

can't wait to meet her! hope you all managed some sleep.

Amanda said...

Good Luck!!

Oh how fun!! I can't wait for those times! :)

Jabbertrack said...

thanks for inviting us over!

it was a pleasure to meet her and a real treat to see Max so exited... he was telling me without prompting that a baby was coming home soon before you guys got there... that was really neat

get some rest, all of you

Anonymous said...

Congratulations! What a sweetie! A healthy baby with a punk rock mohawk...does it get any better? Thanks for the new niece.

KL said...

Happy Birthday Maggie! It is a good birthday to be sure!

Anonymous said...

so now that Maggie has finally made her debut...i guess you will be comin on up here to Canada for the grad next week.






Then again...probably not EH? lol

Chelsa said...

I wish we could go to Sweet Sister Jessi's grad, but after delivering ten pounds of baby, walking is still enough of a challenge that I think flying to you might be uncomfortable. Blame Ian's gigantasauras baby genes. We will be there in spirit, though.