and then, abruptly and yet not…there were three

You guys, I totally grew a whole new person.

And then the hospital just let me walk out with it. A human being! I didn't even have to sign any paperwork promising not to be reckless. (Surreal. Don't they know I'm not exactly competent at this gig?) I just packed up my bags, which suddenly included a squirming creature, and walked out of there. It totally felt like stealing, but nobody batted an eye.

So far, we've discovered she's inherited my rock-hard skull,1 the pterosaur's jiggles and wriggles, and on the she never had a chance score, since apparently both the pterosaur and I displayed the same behaviour as bubs, a habit of sleeping longer and deeper than normal babies. Bonus! Oh, and as you can see from the last photo, she's definitely inherited my sleeping-brow-of-doom.

The photos are from yesterday, at approximately 24 hours old. We reckon she's pretty awesome, and since she was born 2 days after Christmas and doesn't cry,2 we've decided to nickname her in honour of our favourite Christmas viewing: say hello then to John McClane.

This is no surprise to me, having had the thing grinding into my pelvis of lateSeriously. At one hour old she had two injections and responded with only a single indignant squawk and blink. At 48 hours old she had a heel prick and slept through it.Other names so far include The Baggage, obviously, and The Minion. Kinda fond of the latter, I must admit.