It’s been a few weeks since I posted about Bridget, the baby whose birth I attended a little over a month ago.
Everyone’s warm wishes and prayers were abundantly answered. Bridget is home with her family, nursing and growing and looking at shadows and lights. She is in every respect entirely like a healthy new baby. Her far too long sojourn in the hospital has begun to fade away, and I’m only jarred back into thinking of it when I run across pictures of her there in my files.
My girls have finally had a chance to meet and hold her. Rio is particularly enamored of her. Rio is also convinced that Bridget has a special fondness for watching Rio’s hand dance above her face in slow, serpentine movements. Bridget does not cry when Rio does this. She may be onto something.
On the other hand, Rio’s hand are not made of breastmilk, so I’m betting that Bridget’s interest in them is marginal at best.
Here she is looking at my camera. Hello, baby.
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