A hare, upon meeting a lioness one day, said reproachfully, "I have always a great number of children while you have only one or two now and then." The lioness replied, "That is true, but my one child is a lion."
an Ethiopian fable written by Lokman (c. 1100 B.C.)
Leo arrived at 3:24 a.m. on Wednesday morning, September 3rd weighing 8 pounds, 3 ounces and measuring at 21 inches long. (can we say IN YOUR FACE to all the people who predicted I would have a tiny baby?) I labored at home with Mike, my mom, and our doula all Tuesday afternoon, then we left for the hospital that evening. I was able to have the natural birth I wanted, and it was beautiful.
I'll write more about that later, I promise. Right now I can't think about it without sobbing. (It's a good kind of sobbing, I promise)
We got home from the hospital on Friday afternoon. That evening and yesterday were really rough, hormonally-speaking, but today I'm starting to feel more normal.
So yes, the baby's name is Leo. His middle name is Sir Paul's last name. A neonatologist had to be present for the birth because there was meconium in the amniotic fluid, and when Leo came out he pronounced, "He came out like a lion!" Mike's mom and my mom were there and everyone was crying.
My little lion is beautiful.