Wehadababy, itsaboy! Truman was born last weekend! Isn’t he just the best? I mean, I know all newborns look like aliens and Eric and I are the only ones who are blinded into thinking that he’s the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened (besides Charlotte of course), but his awesome hair definitely helps. I’m sad that it’s going to grow, because then I will have to cut it, and since I lack even the most basic hair-cutting skills, it will probably never look this awesome again.
I am not one of those natural childbirth people. If you are, more power to you, but I’ll keep my epidural thank you very much. We got to the hospital at 7:40, and at 8:02 Truman was born. I really don’t recommend this. Especially since the only drug I had in my system was Tylenol, which kind of has the same effect as, say, drinking water. Now I can say I did it I guess. I can also say that next time I have a baby I am camping out in the hospital parking lot as soon as I feel even a flutter of a contraction. He had some breathing problems right when he was born, which was really scary, but after a couple days in intensive care he is just fine. We are all home now, and I have to face the fact that my children outnumber me. Pray for me. I made these Oreo Cheesecake Bars the day before I had the baby. (He came two weeks early. I wasn’t really planning on giving birth this weekend. Otherwise I would have been doing more useful things, like packing bags, so that I could avoid doing that in the 3 minutes intervals in between contractions when I finally decided, hey, maybe we should like go to the hospital or something.) But back to the bars. They were AWESOME. The crust alone calls for 23 cookies, and when it comes to cheesecake I’m all about the crust. Then there are even more Oreos in the cheesecake itself. What more could you ask for? I’ve never made cheesecake in bar form before, and now I don’t know if I’ll ever go back. It’s so convenient. These were gone in like a day. See All Comments
