So I am a mother and now have a family with father and baby and all the works. It is overwhelming the thoughts and also the change in hormones and OMG there is no time to do anything but tend to the little girls needs. As every mother knows the memory of that first cry will always be so crystal clear in my mind, what an emotion.
She is really cute (but as the say in Italiano ogni scarafonne è bello a su' ma'), sorry no photos. When she is older she can put her own photos on the web. She has ten fingers and ten toes.
Giving birth in a French hospital was interesting. The hospital where I went has over 6000 births a year, that is 20 a day! There is no one doctor that follows you but interns and students of every sort from the midwives to the surgeons. The nurses are professionals. I got lucky and had a really nice room with a view and direct sunlight. At night you could even see a little bit of the eiffel tower sparkling. It was nice to be totally taken care of and to know that because of socialized medicin that the whole deal was paid for by taxes, no penny from my pocket.
Coming home was better than ever. Especially that first sip of beer with alcohol that we had at the Academie de la Biere. The happy father carried her and took her to show off at the boulangerie and the boucherie and the tabac and my favorite fruit stand at the market and at the cafe.