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My new niece doesn't have a name yet.  I know they have some picked out, and I'm pretty sure my suggestion isn't in the running.  I've decided to call her Polka Dot.  Just until something else becomes official.  (But really, I don't know why no one ever takes my suggestions on baby names.)

Things were looking pretty bad for my sister-in-law all friday (the day after Polka Dot was born.)  They kept her unconscious in the ICU.  That afternoon they took her back into surgery and tried to get the bleeding to stop with some kind of laser something.  I don't really understand lasers, but I know they do some pretty awesome stuff.  And luckily it worked on my sil and she never had to have that hysterectomy; although, I think that was going to be phase two of the surgery if phase one didn't work.  Thank goodness that prayers and lasers work!

They let her wake up on saturday morning, but kept her in the ICU until today.  We haven't gone to bug her since she regained consciousness.  I know that since I'm her in-law it's my duty to annoy her, but I can't bring myself to disturb what little rest she's getting.  I can't even imagine how exhausted she is or how much pain she's in.  (I won't give out any gory details here, but the delivery was way messier than I originally thought - and oh so painful.)

But I did get to snap a few pictures friday night of little Polka Dot.  She was wrapped up like a little burrito.  But when I suggested unwrapping her for a quick picture (which she hated, by the way, 'cause, yeah, how mean) she stretched and we could see her long skinny legs.  Maybe she'll be a dancer like her mom.  And then we can call her:

The Great Dancing Polka Dot

Now that should really go into the name suggestion box.  I wonder what I can think of for her middle name...

(more pictures of baby Polka Dot here)

Comments

Cynthia said…
I'm glad she's okay- that they are both okay. It doesn't always go according to plan and it sounds like it was a scary delivery. Polka Dot is the perfect name for a perfect baby.
11.4.10
Rachel Sue said…
She is adorable.

And I'm so glad that the hysterectomy didn't actually happen. I hope it all gets better soon!
11.4.10
LisAway said…
Oh! I'm glad prayers and lasers work, too! Such good news. Hope her recovery is as easy as possible.And your name for her is perfect. It's really a shame we're not having any more or I would for SURE have you name it.
12.4.10
Barbaloot said…
Glad to hear Phase I worked! Hope your sister-in-law recovers and feels better. Lucky Polka Dot has an aunt to take glamour shots in the mean time:)
12.4.10
Emmy said…
Oh I hope it works and she is able to fully recover here soon.
12.4.10
Jaron and Michelle said…
I'm so glad she is doing better!! Let me know what they name her!
12.4.10
That Girl said…
I couldn't see the pictures! Complain, complain, whine, whine.

(So, so, SO glad everything's okay ...)
12.4.10
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