In the Hospital

It was great to see Annie, but I was feeling a bit strange at this point. Aaron was busy running back and forth between me and Annie. So I told the people sewing me up that I felt like barfing. The anesthesiologist came over with a wimpy little container. I was kind of thinking, "You've got to be kidding me." But then he held up a cotton ball full of rubbing alcohol next to my nose and told me to smell it. Goodbye nausea. At that moment Mr. Anesthesia Man became my best friend.

Isn't she sweet? She doesn't seem to suck her thumb much now. But she is a good-natured baby.

Here's the new little family. The nurses did Annie's hair in a fohawk (sp?). Her hair does have a little curl in it. I was hoping it would.