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She arrived yesterday, 9-11, at 12:53 a.m. weighing 6 pounds 14 ounces.
She was two weeks early, but all three of her brothers were also two weeks early, so that was no surprise.
I won't lie though, I was hoping she'd be a little bit late and I'd have me an October baby.
Baby Girl’s name would have been totally different if she had made it to her due date and then held on for another six days.
Oh well, as one of the nurses commented, she certainly has an unforgettable birthday.
It was almost surreal to watch the one-year anniversary of 9/11 in the maternity ward holding our unexpected blessing.
I never imagined on that terrible day that one year later we would be holding proof that life does go on.
I had a fast, easy delivery and no complications, natural childbirth but because of my history they kept a close eye on me afterward.
Peacock was in the delivery room with me.
He was the first to hold her.
I don't think he was all that impressed.
She came into the world screaming her head off and didn't stop for quite a while.
She actually woke up the other babies.
She seems more content now that she's home though.
So far, Heron and Raven are fairly indifferent to her, babies aren't that interesting to 11, 9 and 6-year-old little boys.
We named her J A.
Right now her daddy is calling her Porkchop, and I'm calling her Bubba.
She's going to have to grow into her name, I think.
Most of the family commented “of course it's a J name.”
Personally, I was going for an “A” name so the oldest and youngest daughters would share an initial, but Daddy said “no, she has to fit in with her brothers.”
Trust me, she was nearly named Baby Girl.
I finally yelled “help!” on a pregnancy board, and an Australian woman suggested a name , as long as we didn’t say it the European way.
Cowboy and I actually agreed on it.
The middle name was a no‑brainer.
It’s Irish, which is my heritage, and it ties back to her Pappaw and her dad.
The family keeps saying her name wrong, but I’ll get them straight soon enough.
It didn’t take me long to train them not to stick Peacock with some goofy nickname, or to stop trying to shorten Heron’s name either.
I really need to get off of here and try to get some sleep in before the princess decides it's bottle time.