22 January 2015

she's not a jellybean anymore.

Now she is . . .

Zoe Eloise! Born at 2:04 AM on January 21, weighing 9 pounds 8 ounces, 22 inches long with a 15-inch head. She nurses like a boss and has been a total joy these past two days. I feel much more relaxed with a newborn this time.

Her first name means "life." We're honored to receive another small life into our family and cannot wait to see how she broadens our own lives. God has given her every precious breath and she's a clear testament to His generosity.

Her middle name belonged to my paternal grandmother, who just passed away last month. I wish Zoe could have met her great-grandma in person, but I love that she gets to carry on the name for another generation.

Ellie is psyched. She cooes "baby! baby!" whenever she sees Zoe, and wants to smother her with pats and hugs. I'm a bit freaked out by these overwhelming displays of affection and just hope Zoe isn't injured in the love-fest . . .

Zoe's birth began spontaneously and went smoothly, but was extremely challenging for me. The five hours between checking into the birth center in active labor, and her actual entry into the world, felt far more intense than the 12+ hours it took to get Ellie out! I'll write the story up later with (almost) all the gory details. However, I also felt much better after Zoe's birth than Ellie's. I wasn't as tired and I hadn't taken any painkillers at all, as opposed to a shot of Nubain with Ellie, so I was completely alert once she arrived. The tradeoffs of life. :)


  1. Congratulations! She's beautiful.

  2. Hooray and congratulations!! Welcome to the world, Zoe! :)