We welcomed our new daughter, Zoia on Monday afternoon. She's a hefty 8 pounds (1.5 pounds bigger than her sister) and 20.75 inches long. So, we are already placing bets on if she'll play rugby. Training starts tomorrow with Lego block curls.
The last 48 hours have been a little surreal. I got off the plane on Saturday and by early Monday morning, Masha was in labor. Z wasn't expected until next Friday, but I guess she didn't want to spend any more time than necessary inside the womb. And apparently, N left detailed instructions for how to enter this world as Z came out with a hand on her cheek (N came out with two!). But the jet lag has been a blessing as I've been wide awake to to do the 3-5 AM living room walking tour with Z to let Masha sleep. No coffee needed.
Now we just have to convince our oldest that this strange thing that is taking all of mommy's attention isn't so bad. Exhibit 1: Upon seeing the baby laying next to Mama, N proceeded to grab her leg and pull her away from Masha. Result: N is rewarded with strawberries in the living room in an effort to separate the two siblings. Might not be the behavioral reinforcement we are looking for, but it worked.
