Our son has arrived. I went into labor last Monday at dawn. He was born 36 hours later; Tuesday evening. He was born at the hospital, not at home as we planned. But he arrived in blessedly good health and without the use of any drugs or interventions.
We have named him Leland. Which means he of the meadowland, which I think is rather apt.
He is so achingly sweet and we are so devastatingly humbled by our love for him.