Pistachio was actually born at 2:55 CDT. She’s being a freaky/lovely space-monkey/frog. She differs from Peanut, who was 5 pounds of jack-knife-stiff love when she was born. Getting a diaper on Pistachio, therefore, has been a problem, with her squirming. However, she continues to produce down under, over-acheiver that she already is, so we must adapt.
Peanut thinks Pistachio has a cute nose and cute lips, but wonders when she’s going to go away.
Badmama complains of a bad pain in her right side. She will be able to describe it to you in her usual excruciating detail when she gets home. The doctor ruled out a hernia with her ultrasound machine. The doctor gave her a local anesthetic, and will give her steroids if she needs it. Prospect of a roid-rage-fueled Badmama looms.
Unfortunately, the hospital only has dial-up, so you’ll have to wait on a post from Badmama herself until Tuesday at the latest. She and Pistachio are deep in nipple-related negotiations, and both are waiting anxiously for Badmama’s milk to come in.
Basically, Badmama rocks. You know it. I know it. It’s time to acknowledge it.
Respectfully,
Big Daddy
