One Week Later...the Goose is on the Loose

Wednesday night, Hugh and I took Shanti and the Man-Cub out for his birthday dinner. They had been to an appointment earlier in the day and had been told that, while Shanti wasn't making any noticeable progress toward labor, things could change on a dime.

And, change they did, Thursday morning. By that afternoon, they were admitted to the hospital, and things started moving (although not fast enough, in Shanti's opinion).

Hugh was working and happened to have a transfer to the hospital, so he popped in for a minute to say hi (and so he could brag that he got to).

Then, after work, I stopped in for a minute to offer my support before heading home to await news.

Labor and delivery took a little longer than expected because of the size of our little goose (8lbs 13 oz!), who gave her mom a run for her money while making her debut. But it all turned out in the end, and on Friday morning, at 10:13, she delivered the most perfect baby in the world (not biased at all, clearly).

Mom and Dad have taken to their new roles like they were born for it, and we could not be more proud of both of them. They are going to be such good parents.

And, of course, the rest of the family is just thrilled. Queen B flew in just in time to meet the goose, and she will be here for a few weeks to help where she can and to spoil the heck out of the baby.

Hugh is naturally smitten, and I doubt this child will ever hear the word no from him.

As for me, well, I am firmly in my Lovey Era now. I can't think of anywhere I would rather be.