Baby B was born late Friday night by C-section after a long, frustrating and ultimately unproductive labor. She has a head full of dark curls and a champion sucking reflex. She looks like a baby version of Ms B; she's lovely.
T would like you to know she scored a 9 on her Apgars, because he's competitive like that.
Mama B is recovering slowly. Thank you so much for the good wishes left on her behalf. It's been a rough couple of days. She is looking forward to some quality snuggling and feeding time once she emerges from her post-delivery fog.
T and I are sleepy and happy. We're enjoying the hospitality of another adoptive family at our agency who opens their home to folks who come through town for this sort of thing. The hospital staff have been incredibly respectful both of Ms B's place as mama and our presence as potential adoptive parents. I can tell that we are guarding our hearts, as they say, to a certain degree but are ready to fall in love.