top to bottom: Pixel, myself, Éowyn


Well, as of today it will have been a week since my little shieldmaiden of Rohan came into the world. For the curious, Éowyn currently has dark hair, and steel-grey eyes. Of course, both her hair color and eye color may very well change over the ensuing months. (Apparently, eye color can change for up to six months after birth.) And she certainly has the long, thin talons, er, fingers from my side of the family and notable grip strength.

Both mother and daughter are still doing great, and to quote the pediatrician that checked Éowyn over in the hospital: "I don't know what to tell you, there's nothing to say, she's perfect." Hearing that your kid is perfectly healthy is quite reassuring, by the way.

She is unusually strong, much more so than I had expected, and, believe it or not, was able to lift up her head for periods of time-- from birth. Yeah, apparently that is not considered normal until about the first month. So it is just a matter of time now before she picks up a longsword and charges into the fray.





Cthulhu watches over my pensive progeny


kathrynthefair's mom stayed with us the first week to help out and my mom will be coming up on Sunday to do her shift.

All the cats are coping quite well with the new arrival. Gwen, the tortoiseshell, and the most skittish of the bunch has even overcome her fear and now regularly peeks into the bassinet over the course of the night to check up on the baby too. And, as you can see in my last post, Pixel is already unfazed sleeping mere inches away.




Éowyn, in her crib, the day she was brought home