Today is Magpie's real deal. Her official birthday. Her bash isn't until Sunday and she doesn't know better anyway, but this is the day I get to remember her coming into the world and into our lives.
Magpie was induced, like her sister, and like her sister it took a couple days for the pitocin to work. We thought she'd be born on October 19, but I think my body knew that 10-19-07 doesn't have the same ring to it as 10-20. Bo's birthday is 7-7. We like to keep the numbers simple, I guess.
There were lots of starts and stops to the labor, but when she finally was ready it didn't take long to push her out and at 12:34 p.m. (1,2,3,4) she was in my arms. A much different experience than with Bo, who was rushed to the NICU without a pause to meet her mama. (That explains why later that day when I went to visit Bo there I gazed longingly at the wrong baby for several minutes. Oops. She has been making up for our lost first moments together ever since.)
Magpie is much more independent than her sis, scooting her way around the house as she pleases with her octopus-like crawl. She usually plays sweetly at my feet while I sew, only once throwing me for a loop after sitting on the sewing machine's pedal.
Most people who approach us in the store call her a zen baby or comment on what a calm demeanor she has. She does have a sort of chilly-chill persona, and I can't wait to watch it evolve over the years.
Happy birthday, my sweets.
I stayed up late last night painting a wall in the kitchen with chalkboard paint, a project I started about a month ago. The green I chose was supposed to look more vintage schoolhouse than the result, which I would call Fenway Park Green Monster green. But hopefully it will look more chalkboardy as we fill it up with scribbles and such. Here's a start to a woodland scene I hope to fill in by Sunday's party. I used an overhead projector and some coloring book images for help.