Here we are the day before, in a nearby national park, doing some Canadian winter walking to encourage my daughter's labour to start:
I think that baby's dropped:
It worked! Next day we were off to the hospital, and dear baby Rye Christian made his debut 11 mintues late. 12:11 a.m. March 10, 2011, 8 lbs 5 oz, 21" long:
And today's my birthday and I can't think of a better way of spending it, than with the new happy family. What a gift they are.
He's very cute and it's not just Mor-Mor (Danish for mother's mother, which would be me) talking. You see we had this conversation in the hospital just before we left. Rye's dad broached the subject.
"Do you think he's really cute or do we think he's cute just because he belongs to us?"
Hmmmm. We pondered the implications of his query. Are we braggy family members? Was this a design of nature, a special magnetism put in place to assure we take care of him?
Just then the nurse arrived to do the required carseat check. When she finished she said," Good luck to you. He's really cute….and I don't say that to all the parents."
Life's a Stitch 
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