The letter from Heaven...

Wednesday afternoon we received a letter from Heaven.  Yes, a letter from Heaven.  Infact the return address listed it came from 1 Heaven Lane.  And it was from our precious Noah.

Wednesday, May 25 was a very emotional day for me.  Not only was it the day we got to bring home our beautiful baby girl, it was the 11 month anniversary of us having to say goodbye to Noah.  I talked earlier about our drive home and how I fought back emotions for most of the drive.  While I tried to hold back tears, the truth is they streamed down my face the entire drive home.  I couldn't help it... I felt so much happiness, so much sadness in missing Noah and so many feelings in the middle, it was a very emotional day.

Arriving home brought great anticipation from the kids and an overwhelming feeling of joy... our dream had come true.  And yet as much as I felt my heart heal as we welcomed Madelyn into our life at home, I couldn't shake the feeling Noah should have been here with us too.  

And that's when I happened to walk by the high counter in the kitchen, the place where the mail is left each day.  And I saw it. A large USPS white envelope addressed to Madelyn Haskovec.  I reached for it and looked immediately at the return address to see whom it was from... it was from Noah... at 1 Heaven Lane.  I put the envelope back on the counter, felt the tears rising to the surface and quickly walked to our bedroom.  The kids and our parents were in the living room celebrating Madelyn and the joyous occasion and I didn't want to catch anyone's attention.  I walked into our bedroom, took a deep breath, and heard Jarrett come through the door from the garage.  I walked back out of our bedroom and to the kitchen, grabbing the envelope again and walking back into our room.  I called for Jarrett and asked him to come in with me.  I knew immediately this was something we should open together.

Jarrett came in a few minutes later and at the end of our bed, I showed him the envelope, pulled open the tab and pulled out this letter.  We both started reading...  I started reading it out loud... I only got as far as, Dear Madelyn, My name is Noah James Haskovec.  I am one of your three brothers.  You also have a sister and the best mom and dad anyone could... (and my voice cracked and the tears made my vision cloudy.  We read the rest silently.)

Midway through the letter, Jarrett wrapped his arm around me and I could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks, even though he was standing behind me. I finished reading the letter, turned toward Jarrett and sobbed into his chest.  We held one another for several minutes and when we released I said, "Dad, its like this letter arrived just when I needed it.  All day long, while I feel so happy, I also feel so sad Noah isn't here. I've been feeling guilty that I'm so happy on a day that we should also be thinking of him."  Jarrett, said, "Well I think this letter is just a reminder that Noah wouldn't want us to be sad, he is still with us and that its okay to be happy."  We both embraced again and I knew he was right. And again, on a day when I needed that reminder more than anything, a sign, an actual letter sent from Heaven arrived to tell me exactly that.  

Jarrett then reached into the envelope one more time and pulled out this...

It says... "I'm a rainbow baby... it took a special rain, mixed with sunlight to make me."

I wiped the tears away as they just kept coming.  What a beautiful onesie, and such a perfect saying.  As I admired the gift infront of me, I recited the letter I had just read over in my mind and I thought of Madelyn.  Such a perfect little child, the answer to our prayers and without Noah, there would have been no Madelyn.     This letter, this beautiful gift had reminded me that while its okay to miss Noah, to long for him to be in our life, I don't have to feel guilty or sad that he's not here in the way I want him to be.  He's watching down from Heaven and will forever be a part of our lives here.  That letter means so much to me.

A few minutes later Jarrett and I left the bedroom and walked back to our family gathered in the living room.  I sniffled as I walked and with puffy (obvious crying) eyes it was my dad who first noticed.  He said, "Are you okay?"  To which I said, "You have to see this." again with a cracking in my voice.  I handed him the envelope and said, "Look where its from?"  He read the return label... "1 Heaven Lane... from Noah."  I said, open it up and read the letter inside to everyone.  

Dad pulled out the letter as Michael stood up next to Grandpa to see first hand what the letter said.  I spoke..."Its a letter from Noah in Heaven." with again the tears in the corner of my eyes.  Dad held the letter in his hand and while I had told him to read it out loud to everyone, I could tell he was trying to gather his composure as he too was emotional.  That's when Michael jumped in volunteering to share the wonderful message.  As Michael read the letter, the living room filled with Madelyn's grandparents and her siblings listened so attentively, our house was as quiet as a church on Sunday morning.  As Michael read, "Love your brother Noah at the end of the letter I looked around to see tears in everyone's eyes.  They too had been moved by the beautiful words on the paper.  We then showed them the onesie and we talked for a long time about how special this package was.  How perfect the timing and how moving the message.  

Wednesday was a very emotional day.  The timing of that package arriving on the day we'd come home from the hospital, the 11th month anniversary of our son's passing, and on a day when I felt so insecure and in need of reassurance, is nothing short of another wink from Heaven.  I'll forever cherish the letter that was sent from 1 Heaven Lane, and I'll look forward to reading that letter to Maddy in the future years as I tell her about her littlest brother... the one we look up into the sky to talk to, and the one as Isabelle likes to say, "that lives in the clouds."  

Thank you Noah for sending Madelyn such a beautiful letter. We love you, we miss you and we are so thankful for your signs from above.  

Until next time,

Angie

Firsts at home...

Its crazy to me to think that a week ago at this very moment we were in labor, anticipating the birth of Madelyn Faith.  How can a week go by so quickly?  I'm sure I'm gonna ask myself that over and over and over for the next... well, forever.  

The past 48 hours at home have been magical.  I can't think of any other word that encompasses all the emotions we've (I've) experienced.  

When we pulled in the driveway on Wednesday mid-day I felt so many emotions.  I had to hold back tears the entire way home.  It felt so wonderful to be bringing Maddy home and yet, my mind somehow couldn't fully process what we were doing.  It seemed still to be a dream.  As we pulled in, Papa, Grandpa Chip and Grandma Darlene were waiting for us in the garage and the kids were playing in the street and on the sidewalk... watching for us to arrive.  The moment Jarrett turned off the car, the kids were opening the door to the car where Maddy was on the other side.  They practically jumped over one another to be the first to see her.  

We brought Maddy into the house and thus began the life we know now... this crazy, hectic life... exactly the life I wanted.  

The past 48 hours have been so wonderful.  The kids absolutely adore Madelyn.  They can't get enough of her.  From the minute the house awakes in the morning, to the moment they go to bed at night, she is adorned with love, love and even more love.  

Maddy is a wonderful baby.  I am almost afraid to post it here... but she is such a great baby.  The constant feeding we experienced in the hospital has now fallen into a pattern we can predict.  The only time she cries is when she is hungry... seriously.  Not with a wet or dirty diaper, not to be held... not because she's awake and wants attention.... the only time she cries (and it is hardly that much) is when I've tried to get a few more things done before feeding her and she's tired of waiting for me to respond.  She's very good about giving us her non-verbal hungry ques... she tries eating her hand... all of it.  

Once we eat, she either passes back out or she's wide awake looking around and taking every thing in.  Its obvious she's grown accustom to the noise when she was in my womb.  She sleeps through almost anything... the kids fighting, the screaming from Isabelle, the loud TV... well just our house.  

And sleep she does.  On our first night home I was worried she was going to be up all night since she slept all day.  She proved mommy wrong, only waking up three times (actually one of them I woke her up to eat).  And then there was last night... I fed her before we went to sleep and prepared to wake up a couple of hours later.  Which I did, only to find her sleeping soundly.  I decided not to wake her up and to let her tell me when she wanted to eat.  Baby girl was such a trooper, she only woke up once, I repeat ONCE last night to eat.  And after feeding her at 2:30 she went right back to sleep and slept in until 6:45 a.m.  It was glorious!  I repeat GLORIOUS!

We took Madelyn to the doctor for her first check up yesterday and she passed with flying colors.  Dr. N said Madelyn is a healthy (big) girl (for a newborn).  Madelyn weighed 7 pounds 9 ounces, up from the 7 pounds, 5.5 ounces she was when we left the hospital. And she grew from 20 1/2 inches to 20 3/4 inches by day 6 of her life.  We are so thankful she's healthy and pray she stays that way.

This weekend we are celebrating her baptism on what will be my 36th birthday.  This year I got the best birthday present and look forward to seeing her being baptized in the same gown I was baptized in 36 years ago.  It will be another special day.

As I think about my miracle rainbow baby being almost a week old, I look back and realized I've been walking on the clouds since she arrived.  A week ago right now, we were going through the difficult process of labor unsure how she would make her debut.  A little more than 10 hours later, I'd hear the most beautiful scream as she took her first breath and at the same time she took my breath away.  Oh what a wonderful week it has been.   

Here are some of my favorite pictures from the past 2 days as we started our journey together at home...

She's trying to protect herself from all the noise I think. 

Trying out the swing for the first time.  She loved it and it kept her awake for about 25 minutes. 

Someone was very excited to see her baby sister this morning...

And this afternoon, big sister "trying" to wait patiently for baby sister to wake up so she could play with her again... waiting is the WORST!

Mom got to play dress up as Madelyn went through 4 outfits today. Here's one of my favorite onesies she's currently wearing... "Future Runner"  

She's LOVING being a big sister, in case you can't tell.

Our first night at home and it went really well.  She only woke up twice and mom had to wake her up one more time to eat.  Let's hope that's the start of a pattern of sleeping regularly through the night.

Daddy loves this picture because he says she's flexing her muscles... just like Daddy does. 

My life...my greatest blessings.

Giving kisses.

Daddy and his two girls... I think they've got daddy wrapped around their little fingers.

Someone's happy to be home.  We're all happy she's home.

Until next time,

Angie

Going home...

Last night at 2:35 a.m., as the quiet world around slept,  I looked down at beautiful Madelyn as she ate peacefully as I thought to myself... there's your dream come true.  I never thought I'd ever see what a baby created out of the love Jarrett and I have for one another, a baby whose features are partly his and partly mine would look like... and now I've had the chance to see it twice.  This time I will get to look in the eyes of that miracle creation for I hope the rest of my life.

Today is the day we go home from the hospital.  Originally we were scheduled to stay until yesterday but after Dr. A's recommendation (remember you are a mom now with 4 kids waiting at home... sure you don't want to stay and be cared for for just another day?) and the fact that Madelyn's jaundice numbers had been climbing and they wanted to watch her... we made the decision today would be the day we leave the comforts of the hospital and begin this new journey at home.

Last night around 10 I debated if I should get up and blog.  I really wanted to, but decided the pure out exhaustion was calling me to bed instead.  I said it before and I still mean it.  Madelyn is a good baby.  She only cries when she's hungry... and it turns out, lately she's always hungry!  They talked about how good of a latcher she was right from the start.  They said, "She could tutor the other babies in how to latch."  Turns out, she's just as good at being a cluster feeder.  She wants to eat all the time, and by that I mean... eat, burp, lay down for about 15 minutes until I realize Mom isn't there, and then I want to eat again.  Don't get me wrong the LOVE the cuddle time, the minutes spent staring into hear features, looking down at her and thanking God for bringing me such a gift.  I love it.  It's just that since last Thursday, I've probably averaged around 2 hours of sleep each day since then.  I'm exhausted.  We'll find a way right?  What a great problem to have.  HONESTLY.  And here's why....

I'm ready to eat!

Today I get to bring my baby home.  In fact, I should wake sleeping Jarrett up next to me to go down to the car and get the car seat to be tested.  Today I get to bring my baby home.  In just a few hours, Jarrett and I will pack up all the aroma filled room of gorgeous flowers, welcome baby balloons, the gifts, the cards... all the love that surrounded us in this room for the last 5 days and we will take it all home.  Today I get to bring home my baby.  In just a few hours, Jarrett and I will walk (maybe I'll get wheeled out with Madelyn on my lap) out of this hospital, hopefully hand in hand and begin to live the dream we hoped for for all those months.  We will rejoice at the blessing that is Madelyn, we will give thanks for all the love and support that has carried us through and we will excitedly begin this wild and crazy life we've begged God to give us.  Today I will get to bring my baby home.

And you know why I've mentioned that so many times?  Because exactly 11 months ago today, I walked out of this hospital for the last time and I left my baby behind.  Eleven months ago this afternoon, around the same time we will leave today, I walked for the final time out of the NICU and then out the doors of the maternity entrance hand and hand with my husband and without my baby.  I wrote about it all those months ago when we first checked out of the hospital and left Noah behind in the NICU.  Just how difficult those steps were and how I longed to be that couple ahead of us, going home with their baby in the car seat.  How I desperately wanted to be that happy, nervous couple, afraid of the mistakes they were going to make as parents, about how they felt underprepared taking home such a tiny human and how scared they were at the journey that was ahead of them.  I wanted to be them, and my reality was, I had left my baby in the NICU and never would get to his his beating heart, see his life-filled body again.  It was eleven months ago today, we said goodbye to Noah.  

I have said we've felt Noah's presence with us in this hospital the entire time and I can't help but think... what are the chances we'd get to walk out of this hospital today with Madelyn exactly (almost to the hour) the same day we left without our precious littlest angel?  I almost wonder if Noah's saying, "Mom, I'm okay, You are okay.  Replace that oh so difficult memory of the 25 with something so wonderful, you don't have to think of me on this day with sadness anymore. Celebrate the 13th, celebrate the 21st, and celebrate the 25th... not for what you didn't have on this day, but for what you do have."  I just can't help but think Noah played a part in helping us get to leave on this day instead of yesterday. Oh the tears of sadness... oh the tears of joy.  For yes... today I get to bring my baby home.  

Noah James, eleven months ago today we said our final goodbyes, although in the last 11 months I've realized, they were not our final goodbyes.  I don't think we'll ever really have them.  I feel you with us, I see your reminders that your near and I pray I never live a day when you are not in my mind and on my heart.  Noah, you've guided us through this journey of bringing your baby sister home and I truly feel you and God brought her to us, to heal my wounds, our family's hurt and to show us life must go on.  I willingly and excitedly look forward to the future now, and I promise you I will live each day going forward with a constant appreciation of what I have.  

Noah, the gift of Madelyn has shown me that after every storm, there is a rainbow of hope... 

Here she is!  Today I get to bring my baby home.  

To my angel that went home to be with our Lord this day, eleven months ago... I love you.

To my fifth angel, the one who I get to take home with me today... I love you.

To my three angels, at home causing chaos and creating memories... Mom's coming home today... and I love you.

There's something wonderful abut "going home."   Eleven months ago today was the worst day of my life as I had to say goodbye to my baby and let him go home to our eternal glorious place of "home" without me.  Today is one of the happiest days of my life...today I'm going home with my baby and to my babies already there waiting.

Until next time,

Angie

What do we want? Pee diapers! When do we want them? Now! (or as soon as possible, please)

Angie sits upright, feeding Baby Madelyn and fighting the constant urge to yield to the irresistible call to sleep.  She has reached new heights (or lows, if you prefer) of sleep deprivation, but she soldiers on in order to provide for Maddy.  I decided that the least I could do was to blog for her tonight so that she would be able to get some rest.

Today, we learned that some marker for jaundice has continued to rise and rise.  The answer: increase the volume of milk Madelyn receives in order to flush her system and stem the tide.  How can we tell she's receiving enough to flush her system?  Look for several wet diapers each day.  The problem is that wet diapers weren't forthcoming earlier in the day.  However, as the day went on, and as Madelyn engaged in "cluster feeding," I believe we're on our way.  Madelyn's appetite is insatiable, and we're getting good results now.  Never have I been so proud to see a child create a need for a diaper change.

Madelyn had the privilege and opportunity to meet several more friends again today.  She has received no shortage of expressions of love and support, whether from visitors or from well wishers online.  (My German host family sent happy birthday wishes "zur kleinen Prinzessin" (to the little princess) from afar.)  In addition to several friends who were kind enough to visit us today, our parents and Madelyn's siblings made another visit.  Michael and Isabelle are especially interested in her and have showered Madelyn with love and affection when they visit.  Michael got to be the first sibling to hold Madelyn.

  Isabelle, for her part, always wants to touch her and peppers Mom with twenty questions about feeding when Angie prepares to feed Madelyn ("What does she eat?  How many bites does she have left?  Can I see?").

  Not to be outdone, Gabriel, who was playing in a baseball playoff game tonight, dedicated his out-of-the-park home run (his first ever in a game) in tonight's game to his two-day-old sister.  I'm sure she'll appreciate it one day.

We are so thankful to be where we now are.  After the last of our guests left today, we reflected on just how much has happened in a year.  To say we've come a long way doesn't really doesn't convey the light years we've traveled over the course of that time.  We never expected to be back here almost exactly a year after Noah was born with a newborn baby girl.  While some of the sights and people we encounter around here bring to mind our first experience with a baby at this hospital, creating some mixed emotions and bringing back certain painful memories, I can say that many of those same sights -- and all of the people, whether hospital staff or family and friends who visited during both stays -- are inextricably linked with overwhelmingly joyful memories.  We really appreciate the excitement, love, and support we've experienced and received from others, both before and after Madelyn was born.  It's been truly palpable.  While there have been some painful times along the way, we are both cognizant of the many people who have come into our lives and those who have shown us great love and support in the past year.  And now beautiful Baby Madelyn.  It makes us realize just how blessed we are.

Until next time,

Angie (and Jarrett)

P.S.  Please pray for more wet diapers.

Our first day...

Yesterday our dream of having a healthy baby girl came true.  I have though all day about how I find the words to explain just how life-changing seeing our miracle rainbow baby join this world was... and continues to be.

Madelyn Faith was born at 6:35 a.m. via emergency c-section after 17 plus hours of labor.  To say her entry into this world was easy would be a huge lie.  In fact her birth, just like the 9 months of pregnancy were filled with challenges and hard obstacles and that is yet another reason why we cherish her, her life, this blessing so much.

While I'll save her actual birth story for another post, I want to share tonight just how wonderful the first 24 hours of her life with us have been.  After Madelyn was delivered, they showed me her above the curtain that lay dividing me from the rest of my body which had been pulled, cut, torn and separated in different directions to get her out.  With each tug and pull, I knew her first screams were only seconds away and when I heard her cry out for the very first time, I thought my heart stopped for a moment... it was the only way it could have made it through its doubling, possibly tripling in size from the love it had just grown.   Her beautiful, tiny, high-pitched scream was exactly as I dreamed it would be for all those days and nights I prayed to God that she'd be okay and come into this world with a strong voice. She was covered in blood, vernix, other gooey stuff, but as they held her over the curtain and Dr. A said, "Congratulations Mommy."  my eyes immediately blurred with tears.

Every emotion one can experience, I instantly had...mostly happy tears.  I looked back over my shoulder even though my arms were strapped out to each of my sides and I tried to watch through the tears streaming down my face.  The team from the NICU that had come down to evaluate her, after the scare in her heart-rate, just one of the reasons we ended up in the OR, was suctioning her out, cleaning her out and checking all of her vitals. At one point they asked me, Dr. A and the team of nurses still sewing and stapling me up, how much we thought she weighed.  They guessed in the 6 and 7 pound range and I said, "I think she's 8 pounds."  Call it a mom's intuition, or actually just a crazy guess, but as they put her back on the scale up popped 8 pounds exactly.

Take a look at the picture in the background. Jarrett and I felt Noah's presence with us every step of Madelyn's birth and the picture that accompanied her weight just made us smile.  

As the NICU team finished their work and we learned she was perfectly healthy and wouldn't need to be going upstairs with them, we rejoiced again... tears, it was a common thread throughout the whole experience.  Before the team was finished working, one of the Nurse Practitioners, who had worked with Noah on several of the days he was there, appeared at my head.  She leaned down and through her mask kissed my forehead.  She said, I just have to tell you how happy I am for you, Jarrett and your family.  We have and will never forget Noah and the letter you wrote us and gave us for Noah's Kindness Project is something I read daily and even though it makes me cry, it reminds me of why I love my job.  Your daughter is absolutely beautiful and I"m so happy for you."   We both cried and she stood up and went back to work on Madelyn.  

I looked back up to the bright lights above me and sobbed.  The anesthesiologist leaned down and asked me if I was okay.  "Are you feeling okay?" I guess after getting sick on the table several times, he probably didn't know if I was about to loose the contents of my stomach again.  Instead I just said, "I'm just so happy, I am just so so happy."  

Dr. A and his team finished stapling me up, they slid me back into a table that had wheels and soon I was being wheeled out to a larger recovery room, that just so happened to be completely empty.  Madelyn was wheeled along in her bassinet right next to me.  Unlike when Noah was born and he was whisked away, Madelyn remained in my sight the entire time.  Again what a gift that was. 

I was numb from the middle of my chest down and once in recovery the nurses went to work assessing how we were doing.  Jarrett was at our sides the entire time and doing everything he could to help us.  

After about 20 minutes of so, Jarrett went to the waiting room to bring back our moms to meet their grandbaby...

Nana and Grandma were very excited to see their newest granddaughter.  It was the first of many loved ones Maddy would come to know in her first 24 hours. 

It was also the time Dad and I got our first pictures taken with our beautiful rainbow baby girl.

After our short stay in recovery, we were wheeled upstairs and had a room in the postpartum unit.  After had Noah I returned to my same room in antepartum because the team thought it would have been too difficult to be on the postpartum floor with many other moms and their babies.  I'm glad they made that choice for me.  But I realize now what a gift it is to be on this floor, with my daughter in our room in a bed right next to mine.  Everything about this experience this time I cherish... so much of it can be taken for granted I realize... but for me every second of having her with me, with us, is a huge gift.

Soon after getting to our own room in the postpartum unit, we learned Papa, Grandpa and the rest of our kiddos were on their way to the hospital, they couldn't wait any longer to meet Sweetie Pie.  When Gabriel, Michael and Isabelle arrived they were so so excited to see Madelyn, they raced right over to her and oohed and aaahed over how cute they thought she is.

And then, soon there after we got to take our first family photo... with our fifth angel...

And more pictures were taken as Grandpa Chip and Papa Joe got to meet their granddaughter as well.

With each picture captured the joy that spread throughout our room multiplied.  The grief, hurt and loss felt so deeply in our hearts in losing Noah, were slowly filled in the crevasses with joy, love and healing.

The afternoon hours with our newest addition were shared with many guests who came by to share in the happiness we felt.  Here are a few pictures we captured as Madelyn met some of the many who love her (and there were more but Mom was too tired and forgot to capture everyone).  It was such a joy to share our precious little girl with so many who've supported us along this journey, just like I feel so honored to get to share her with you on here.

As the day went on, Dad and I, and Madelyn became more and more exhausted, and sadly I was to the point that I'd fall asleep mid-conversation with almost everyone who came by.  By early evening we were ready to call it a night, but still couldn't get over just how much greater this day was than we had ever dreamed.  

As we prepared to go to bed, Jarrett and I said reflect on what they previous 24 hours had been like, the experience the journey of pregnancy to get to this day had been like and about our precious Noah that we felt helped us get here.  The emotions we shared, the heartache in tears and the joy in tears... no one will know what was experienced behind the door of room 302 in this hospital, but it will be something only God, MadeLyn, Jarrett and I will have recorded.  

The blessing that is Madelyn Faith, is something greater than I can put into words.  Everyone of our five children are oh so important to us.  There is something about Madelyn's presence in our lives,  the fact that she gave us hope when I had felt all had been lost, the truth that she renewed our faith when I had lost all, and the strength that she gave us to keep going, is exactly why her name was chosen.

In the baby name book, the name Madelyn means... strength-giving, strong woman and upon reading it, I felt immediately it was the perfect name for a child who had done exactly that.  And her middle name faith, because she taught us to have faith and to continue to believe, even when there's great doubt and a fear to trust again.

We thought the name itself sounded beautiful and upon understanding its greater meaning, the perfect name for our perfect little rainbow baby.

Thank you for all who joined us in feeling joy as she arrived into this world and our lives.  We are so excited for the journey ahead that awaits us... 

Until next time,

Angie

Introducing...

our precious rainbow baby girl....

Madelyn Faith Haskovec

Madelyn was born Saturday morning at 6:35 Arizona time.  She weighs 8 pounds and is 20 1/2 inches long.

After all this time, we are delighted to welcome her into the world, and to share her with you.

We are overjoyed, blessed and grateful for all the love and support.

She is the most precious little baby, already opening her eyes frequently to listen to the loved one's who've come to greet her.   She's a good eater, (something I guess I taught her in the womb) and she's mellow like her daddy.

Oh and her big brothers and sister could hardly contain their excitement as they got to visit her for the first time.

 And that excitement doesn't even compare to the Grandparents...

Nana and Papa and Grandma and Grandpa pretty much stayed up all night waiting for us to share the news and now they are helping us with the big kids.  Don't tell them but I think they might have the harder job.

Thank you to each and every one of you who reached out to us, sent prayers, text messages, offered to help with the kids, rearranged schedules for us, transported kids to and from places.  We are so appreciative of your love and support.

We will share more information and pictures in the coming days... After 18 plus hours of labor, there is a lot of stories to tell. But the most important news is right here...

Our miracle rainbow baby has arrived.
Look at that proud daddy.

And that's one very happy (and tired) momma. 

Our faith has been restored.  

Until next time,

Angie