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Sharkbait's a Girl!

Sophie Olivia joined us late Friday night. (For those keeping close tabs, we left for the hospital at 4:00 on Thursday afternoon. It was a looooooong couple of days.) She weighs in at 6 pounds, 11 ounces and measures 19 inches long.

If anyone ever tells you that newborn-sized clothes are too small for full-term babies so you shouldn't buy them, you shouldn't necessarily believe that person. All the 0-3 clothes we have are too big! Thus the reason she has no hands.

We all came home on Sunday, tired but happy and healthy.


Jen said…
Congratulations!! So excited for you and love the name!
Justin said…
Good work Steph!! Welcome to the world, Sophie!
Bfiles said…
looks like I'm the first to congratulate you!! Welcome to the world, Sophie and congrats to her mom and dad! Wishing you all the best as you settle in to your new life.
Sara said…
Congrats!! Her name is beautiful and she's really cute!
Daniela Swider said…
Oh, congrats! Glad to hear everyone's happy and healthy! Hope the delivery went smoothly and you are recovering well!!!
Shannon said…
Congratulations! She is gorgeous! Enjoy your new daughter but make sure to make some time for yourself as well.

I had to buy premie clothes for all my kids for the first few weeks but they outgrew them and everything else very quickly.
Diane H K said…

I have girl preemie clothes here if you need them. I can drop them in the mail tomorrow and they'll get to you fairly quickly. I emailed you over the weekend, so you have my email address; if you want the garments, pop me an email with your mailing address. If you don't want them, that's fine too.
Jill said…
Mazel Tov on the birth of your baby girl!
Sounds like a full day of hard labor, but look what you got for all that work. :) Pink, wrinkled, screaming and BEAUTIFUL!
Cara Lopez Lee said…
Congratulations! That picture is priceless. Here's hoping Sophie only screams by day. :)
Denise said…
Congrats! She's adorable and glad to hear all are happy and healthy! Wishing you a good sleeper :)
JenniferLeah said…
Congrats on your new bundle of joy!!

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