Bronwyn is 7

A little more than 7 years ago, we were [sometimes impatiently!] waiting for Bronwyn's arrival. No two babies are alike, and Bronwyn wanted to prove that by coming 17 days after her due date. Aside from the usual aches and pains, I was happy overall to let her bide her time, and we had some special last outings-- just the 3 of us-- as we waited for her to come.

Then she came, at last, on a cooler August day, born into a peaceful room at The Midwife Center, right in the heart of Pittsburgh. She had dark hair, red skin, and a loud cry.

It never fails to amaze me how the minute I meet one of my children face to face, I wonder how I ever lived without knowing them before.

My recovery with Bronwyn was rather quick, despite my [customary] dangerously-low iron levels post-birth, probably thanks to a very "textbook" labor and delivery (12 hours start to finish and 15 minutes of pushing). She made her first public debut at church 10 days following her birth.

We were now four.

 

It's hard to believe it's been 7 years now since Bronwyn became such an indispensable part of our lives. She was an easy, easy, easy baby and is now a delightful and enjoyable girl, helpful and eager and content and pleasant and silly and chatty and sincere.

We love her so!