Out of the Poo, Through the ICU, and into the Hullabaloo

Oops, I gave birth to a cyborg.

It was hard to remember to look at Eliza, not the effing monitor displaying her heartrate, breathrate, oxygen saturation, and blood pressure. For the first week, it flashed red and beeped alarms with disturbing frequency.

Finally, Violet reminded us Eliza needed a kiss, and she was "All better!"

The hulla.

The baloo.

Turns out, hard as it is to have a newborn in the ICU, it's also hard to have one at home all night.

It's a derby girl!