Svetlana called me yesterday, exactly on her due date (and informed me that she was leaking) and I took her to hospital. All saint's day! And the anniversary of my proposal to Aly. What an anniversary present! The birth was 'flawless' or so say the doctors. My hand says more like "ouch". And then Svetlana helped herself to a little of Daddy's soul so that she could heal herself RIGHT up. Not that I begrudge her of that because I would have offered anyway, I suppose. She did give birth to my child. She didn't even have to stay overnight because why should she? In fact, she drove home. I was all lightheaded... Talk about sympathy pains! (Yes, I do know it doesn't compare, don't kick me in the balls...)
Svetlana is staying with us for a few days so we can bond. I just...I don't ever want Rasputina to leave. I love her. And she and Thomas are so cute! And Anna was singing to her. And she sleeps and then she yawns... And her little fingers curl around mine.
I'm just so glad she's here. I don't even care about the how or the why anymore. Not at all. She's here. She's what matters.