Dad has decided to name me Grace Ellen Schumann. A nice man named Ron suggested it:
Say all three names, "Grace Ellen Schumann." Listen to how all three flow together. It flows. It's lovely. And she can go by Ellie. Which is nice. And beats the heck out of Liz. And for God's sake, don't use Matilda. You might as well make her middle name Bertha. Don't work anymore. (And there is always the Echo of Gracie Allen.)
I'm a baby. Ergo, here are my baby pictures.
Mommy gets ready for her surgery.
Daddy looks confident. Easy for him, nobody's gutting him like a fish.
Mommy's anesthesiologist (background) and nurse (foreground) take yet another medical history. Mommy has had a few interesting medical events, so each time someone takes a history it runs a while.
Daddy is scrubbed and ready to go.
The view from Mommy's hospital room. She has good insurance.
Is that a foot? I'm not sure.
Born back-end first, just like my big sister.
I'm out. I'm a mess.
I don't even remember what they were doing here.
Very important: they're saving my cord blood in case someone needs it for a stem cell transplant.
The medical crew gets busy sewing Mommy back together.
I'm cleaned off and ready to take on the world!
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