Well, to my surprise - Clara really did "get it." I wondered how long after giving birth she would still want to hug and kiss my tummy and call it "baby sister." Not once. She's transferred all of that love once aimed at my abdomen to her tiny baby Betty. She ran over to her as soon as they arrived at the hospital, anxious to meet this little one and touch her tiny fingers and toes, eyes and nose.
On day two, Spencer and Clara returned for more Lorna Doone's and Sprite... and to hang out as a family. The hospital is a difficult place to rest or relax, but I loved those first sweet moments together as a family. The excitement of having a new little baby certainly outweighs the annoyances of being uncomfortable and frequently interrupted. My doctor said I could go home on Tuesday night if I wanted, but I really wasn't ready to get into "mom mode" yet, and wanted to make sure things with our baby and her feedings in particular were squared away. She had a little fever that afternoon as well, so I wasn't too anxious to take her out of a setting where I knew she could get immediate help if it were needed.
|Just me, or does she look just like Elder Holland here?|
Betty Florence Evans.