It’s been a week now since my transformation from Jumbo Jen to Mila’s Mama and I’m still processing the weird wonderfulness of it all. And really, I’ll probably never fully understand how my body–my body!–managed to make and squeeze out and now feed this little person. It doesn’t matter how much you know about human biology; when you really think about it, reproduction is bizarre and amazing and…sublime. I look at my little girl and am simply astounded that she exists.
Since some of you probably want to know the details, here they are.
Amelia was born at 10:40 AM on Monday, May 30th, one day after her due date. She weighed in at 8 pounds 13 ounces and was 21 1/2 inches long. Her first order of business upon entering the world was to poop all over me. I’ve since forgiven her.
For now, our days and nights consist of eating and sleeping and eating and sleeping. Sometimes we stare at each other. It’s incredibly exciting. It’s also pretty much the best thing ever. 
That's so freakin' awesome. Seriously. She's beautiful!!
We want to come over and gawk at her, but Hyrum has a cough. Can we come next week?
E-mail me, and we'll bring you a meal.
when gray was born the doctor and nurses and yelled, whoa! and that scared me, until they told me it's because "he's huge." and he was only 8 pounds 9 ounces, so whoa to you.
She is perfect! I just love newborns.