L had her baby today. I was there. It went perfectly, a completely textbook procedure, and mother and baby – another girl, 9 pounds 6 ounces – are healthy and happy.
There’s not much else to say about it all, really. That seems to happen, with the big things in life: “We had a baby,” “We bought a house,” “My grandmother died,” they’re all easy to sum up and don’t need much in the way of supporting details. Of course it was amazing and special, of course the baby is beautiful (and loud), of course the hard part starts now.
But it was wonderful, and now I am completely exhausted. And all I did today was watch.