Baby viewing, the full version

So I finally have time for the full version, thus, here it is.

Baby Saskia (not her name, but one of my picks, so it's going to be her Zen Name) was born Sunday afternoon. I had originally been intended to be there, but Caroline's labor went so fast that Mr. Samoa and I were unable to make it. Thusly, we decided that we would make the trek last night after Mr. Samoa got off of work.

I got out of work myself at three yesterday, and went home to walk pups. This being done, I headed off to Voldemart to get baby gifts. I had intended to leave with roses and a mat for the birth record I stitched. I left with: the roses, the mat, a card, a bag of chocolates for Caroline, an adorable pink knit hat and mittens set with roses on them, a pink and purple sleep sack (JFGoogleIt, I'm lazy), and a gift bag for all of same. What can I say, I was sucked in by the lure of Voldemart.

At five, I arrived at Mr. Samoa's office to drag him out. This is generally no small task, and yesterday was no exception; I used the time to put the birth record in the mat. At ten after five, I dragged him out by the hair and stuffed him into the car. Due to Saskia's prematurity, she and Caroline were two hours away at Metropolis University Hospitals. So, off we schlepped.

We actually made it in an hour and 45. We parked in the parking garage, then realized no one had cash for the attendant. "No matter," I said, "there is an ATM inside." This will get important in a bit.

Hopped in the elevator, made it up to the seventh floor where Caroline and Mr. Caroline were to be found. You have to get through an airlock system to get to the mothers' rooms. I was tempted to have work fax them a copy of my background check and fingerprinting, but resisted. We then trooped down a long hallway (I expected some villain to jump out from behind a meal cart at any moment) to Caroline's room.

Caroline and Mr. C were looking very well. Caroline was wayyy bouncier than Tagalong had been after having Daisy, but Caroline does not have a flair for the dramatic so I imagine this was to be expected. All the presents were appreciated, but Caroline leapt upon the chocolate directly. :D At Metro U Hospital, the babies do not room in, and Saskia was in the NICU so was on the floor below. As there was only one visitor at a time allowed in, with a parent, it was decided that her Aunt Agony (there also) and I would be the ones to go while Uncle Fester and Mr. Samoa stayed behind. As Mr. Samoa and I had been there longer, I got to go first.

Caroline and I trooped down a floor, and through still more airlocks. They make you do a surgical scrub before you go in. "Oh, you don't have to do that, just wash your hands," said Caroline. I had come almost straight from work. I did the surgical scrub. :P

We went through the final airlock, and there she was, in her little incubator. Only parents and grandparents could touch (I was somewhat relieved, having come from Germ Hell) but I could look and take pictures. Dear readers, Saskia is beautiful. I swear she looks exactly like the picture of Briar Rose that I stitched in her birth record. Caroline and I were sitting there: "Dude! You made that! Isn't that wild?" "Yeah! It's crazy!" "Totally!". Beavis and Butthead do the NICU. ;) She looks a bit like Caroline's mom, who I really wish could have lived to see her. Perhaps she did get to.

After standing there enthralled for several minutes, we reluctantly went up to switch out for Aunt Agony, and Mr. Samoa and I began the trek back home. This was when we discovered that neither of the ATMs in the place liked Mr. Samoa's debit card. As nearly as we could tell, this had something to do with the events of the Miss Butterhorn festival last month. So I dug through my purse and found enough change to get us sprung from the garage. I got us dinner at Dave's Daughter's Fast Food on the way home, as is tradition on late-night trips home from Metropolis.

I can't wait until she gets home so we all can hold her, but there's time enough. As a wise person said, babies don't spoil, and we have eighteen years. :D

Man!

Baby viewing is, apparently, very strenuous, as I am wasted. :P

Baby viewing

Carolinelet is gorgeous. She is TEENY- Barney the Cat is bigger than she is! We could not hold her due to NICU policies, but she has a ton of dark hair and really long fingers. She got really wiggly when she heard Mommy's voice! :D She is going to be absolutely stunning.

The important one first

CAROLINELET IS HERE!!!!

If you hadn't surmised from the pink, we have a girl. Saskia was born about four hours ago. Caroline's labor was, alas, too short for me to get there, but Mr. Samoa and I are headed up tomorrow. YAYYYY!

More work FAIL

So, today, the toll at work stood thus: One quit with less than 24 hours' notice, one was fired due to a no-show (it did not help her case that she was also the perp of the bangs trim) and one had the day off but nobody knew it. I haven't lost it and started crying at work in over a year and a half. I did today. :P Fun times!

Aarghh.

I am going to strangle Mother.

Without typing details that it's too late to go into that in-depth, and besides it'll just piss me off all over again, the gist is this. You know, some people don't have relatives who even WANT them at family gatherings. Mr. Samoa's relatives can't even be arsed to invite him any more. So, if yours DO want you there, perhaps you should be flattered instead of pissed off. (I'm talking to YOU, Mother!)

That is all. :P

Work work work

Still working. Still trying to find time to blog. I am going to do my damnedest not to get suckered into work this weekend, as I am also still coughing. :P