Having had a pregnancy with "complications" (stupid uterus), there were a lot of warnings thrown at us about "what could happen" if the ol' uterus kicked her out early.
And they had us properly scared. For the most part, Chloe was one pampered fetus.
Even as I was pushing, my masked doctor was spouting out possible problems.
"She may only weigh in the 5 pound range."
"She may need oxygen."
"She may have problems regulating her temperature."
"She may be a democrat*."
I mean, I wanted to suck her back in...I was horrified.
But then I hear the gasp from three different people, and the "Whoa, she's huge!"
Weighing in at a whopping 6 pounds 13 ounces, and 20 inches, Chloe is our biggest baby yet.
But our biggest baby has jaundice.
So, she's in Mexico gettin' a sweet tan while I sit and pine because I can't hold her every second of the day.
Poor baby. (I mean me.)
*Actually, even though Brett and I are not registered democrats, we have no problems with the ol' demo's. We agree with a lot of their points of view, and think that a bi-partisan government is a big waste of time, energy, and resources. Then again, Brett's a Libra and I literally can't make up my mind about anything...so...