She’s here! She’s two weeks old, and I’m just now getting a chance to write about her arrival. That’s pretty normal, right? Everything taking about 10 times longer when you have a newborn in your arms?
The last few weeks were a blur. My due date came with little fanfare. However, a few days after that we had 5 days of intense contractions, no sleep, and a drastically altered birth plan. Finally we had her in our arms. I never knew that you could be completely exhausted, and on an adrenaline high all at the same time. Well, at least, I’d never experienced it.
I struggle to find a word to adequately describe Mark’s devotion to me through the whole event. He was so patient and supportive through everything. Through the whole nine months. I still can’t quite believe we have a daughter. A daughter.
I’ll never forget Mark announcing It’s a girl! I looked at him and said ” It’s an Iris?” with tears in my eyes, so relieved that she was finally here.
“Do you still want to use that name?” I asked
” Yes” he said.
So we named her Iris. Not a family name. We just liked it because it was simple, pretty and classic. I hope she likes it as she grows up. I hope she has a childhood filled with sunny days, bike rides, sandboxes, and finger-paints. I hope she never gets her heart broken, or gets picked on by a mean girl. I hope she never IS the mean girl. I hope she never feels ashamed of her body, or wishes she were someone else. I hope that her mother can come to terms with the fact that disappointment and pain will be inevitable in her life. But there is plenty of time for worrying about that. Now is the time to stumble around in my PJ’s, let the dishes pile up, and admire the miracle of a new life in the spring. Not a bad gig. Not bad at all.