Johanna

You were born on a cold, rainy Friday.  Your grandma Kathy, your great aunt Jane, Kari (Allison's wedding photographer, now turned birth-photag), and I were spending the night at your parents house, were woken up at 5 am.  A text saying it was about to happen.  I've never seen people move so quickly.  We were all ready and out the door within minutes, straight to the hospital.

And then the wait. I'm sure your mom has her own version of what happened.  For Kathy, Jane, and I, it was sitting eagerly down the hall for about three hours.  I went on a coffee run.  Tried to get some caffeine to your dad and Kari, but your mom wouldn't have it.  She couldn't stand the smell and it was almost time.

Then just before 9 am, a text from Kari: a blurry cell phone photo of your mom and dad looking over you.  You were here! Your grandma, great aunt, and I hugged.  And waited.  An hour later we sent this photo, begging to meet you.

When we finally got a text of approval, I ran ahead.  Skipping to the room where your mom lay holding you, smiling proudly.  "Get in here and feel this," she told me.  Your dad moved aside so I could sit beside you as you nursed. I poked at your skin, stared in awe, and cried.

The next two days were a whirlwind.  Your parents never setting you down.  Someone always holding you.  Your learning to master nursing, trying to let out a good cry, but usually just cooing and scrunching up your face as you got used to the light.

I came and went from the hospital, as did Kathy and Jane.  Folks in town for your Aunt Amy's play (she was on stage Saturday) stopped by to see you too.  Your Uncle Spencer met you Friday night, was with me the rest of the weekend. So many people, so happy to welcome you into the world.

On Sunday, after two days of answering 'not yet' to the 'Does she have a name?' question, your parents announced the news.  Johanna Kimberly.  A perfect name for a perfect baby who is so incredibly loved.