As with any great royalty, Maive (pronounced May Va) made a grand entrance. After being in labor for a few good hours, the the nurse checked her mother, gave an "oh shit" face, and declared that she was breech. The trumpets sounded and 30 minutes, many tears, and a few consents later Maive emerged kicking and screaming a 7 lb 12 oz bundle of kicking and screaming life change.
It's easy to look at the c-section with rose colored glasses because I came out ahead with two beautiful and healthy ladies. However, it may have taken about five years off my life and added a few silver strands to my head. Even havin
g see hundreds of c-sections, it's a much different experience from the other side of the curtain. How could Maive be royalty without a few gray haired parents anyway?Our new family spent the next five days in our lavish quarters of the palace otherwise known as Prentice Women's Hospital. Nicer than some hotels with its flat screen TV, room service, wireless internet, complete with an attentive and caring nursing staff, our stay was just what the doctor ordered.
In preparation for her maiden voyage home, I had the car seat checked at the local police station and rechecked again at the hospital. We passed our inspection. The throne was fit for a princess . . . and secured tight enough to meet some NASA standards.
Her Royal Princess Babybowicz finally settled in at her castle. Her servants, her mom and myself, are getting to know her idiosyncrasies as she is getting to know ours. She's a night owl, with peak cooing time between 1am - 3am and absolutely hates bath time. She also favors sleeping on her arm, a position she must have somehow learned from her Uncle while in the womb.
Normally I would not be up in the wee hours of the morning to watch the Royal Wedding, but as I'm learning, Maive runs the show for now. Watching it made me wonder what kind of princess she will become when she gets old. I'm excited to see it, but just not too soon.