Today is St. Patrick's Day (Slainte!) and my due date, AND Bridget's twelfth day here.
I wasn't kidding about her feet.
Despite a bilirubin scare (she's fine) and some nursing woes (we're fine),
this is the first time I have truly been able to enjoy the very newborn days.
Well, not the days exactly--or the nights, per se--but the newborn herself.
She is just delicious.