[Side bar: that has got to be the most wildly constructed sentence ever. You may strike it from the record.]
Six weeks ago this evening I took Katie to the hospital and got her situated with the plan to return the next morning when they induced labor. The doctor told Katie the plan, he told his office staff the plan, he told the hospital the plan. Katie told me the plan. Katie told her friends the plan. Katie even Facebooked the plan. I told my family the plan. I told my co-workers the plan.
We simply forgot to tell Sophie. She was having none of that and decided she was going to let her mama know that about 1:00 a.m. just a few short hours after Katie's admission and my trip home to get "a good night's sleep". Twelve hours later after much discussion, prayer and tears Katie agreed to have a C-section and at 1:51 p.m. in the afternoon of June 23 truly the most beautiful baby in the world took her first breath. There's something surreal about sitting at the head of your own child as doctors and nurses are cutting her open and lifting up your first grandchild. I know I'll not soon (not EVER) forget that.
What I had forgotten is how little sleep a person gets when a newborn is in the house. Ahem.
With out further ado I offer proof that she is, indeed BEAUTIFUL.
This is her first Sunday in church - she is 12 days old here:
Just had a bath - she is almost 4 weeks old
She is 5 weeks old here - and she wasn't asleep but she did not want that camera in her face and was not cooperating. No sir.
And here are the latest - she is just two days shy of being 6 weeks old. These were taken yesterday -- it was Baby Dedication day at church. A big bow for a big occasion.
"for this child we prayed and the Lord has granted us what we asked of him. So now we give her to the Lord, for the whole of her life she is given to the Lord."
1 Samuel 1:27 (with a bit of poetic editing since Samuel was a he)
