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It's a girl!


I awoke this morning to the sound of my phone ringing. It wasn't the first time the bells and whistles had attempted to pull me from my slumber so I knew it meant one of two things: either I'd overslept and my boss was calling to find out where I was, or the much anticipated baby had announced her intention to make an entrance.

Felicitously, it was the latter.

After a lightning fast labour lasting a mere 2 hours, Mai-Anh Esther made her entry into the world at 8:35 am (the preferred interval for Braun babies. Jon, Rebecca, and I were all born between 8 and 8:30 in the morning while Lien was born around 8 in the evening.) She is a hearty 9 lbs 2 oz and 20 1/2 inches long.

"She's already got more hair than Lien does!" was the first comment made by both Jon and me.
She's a perfectly contented, sleepy little girl who's hardly opened her eyes once, even to let mommy see them, and she had no objection to being passed from person to person all evening, nor to Lien's persistent attentions which range from poking, to holding, to clambering over her dear baby sister.

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Anonymous said…
oh my goodness! she's so adorable!

I can't believe how much hair she has - I didn't even have that much at 3 years! seriously, I was kind of bald...

2 HOURS - you should market whatever Rebecca is doing/eating, etc. that's some incredibly fast baby delivering.
June 14, 2007 at 10:54 PM
kar0ling said…
I think the prescription is to be a stay-at-home mom for an active 2-year-old girl, living in a three-story house. Copious and unavoidable amounts of stairclimbing.
June 14, 2007 at 11:15 PM
Anonymous said…
Congratulations!! Have you felt any inspirations yet as to what you'll call her? She certainly looks like a contented baby.
Heather
June 15, 2007 at 10:09 AM
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