her name is roselynn sims. middle name still tbd. she scared us all today since meconium made its presence known when my sister's water broken 9 hours into labor. that could always mean bad things and that's when the home birth became a hospital birth. it was after another 4 hours of non-progressing labor that it became an emergency caesarean that ended up being very much needed because the cord was wrapped around her neck. but she's been a good nurser so far and has the biggest, widest eyes you could imagine and is perfectly healthy. i haven't spoken to chris, but bimi was the happiest i have ever heard her.
it's frustrating to be so far away and unable to take her first portraits, but a dear friend and coworker will do the honors sometime tomorrow and i'm sure those will be posted soon after.
stats: 7lbs 4oz - 19in - 1:37pm - july 29th, 2011
here is a sky photo from today. i thought the little rubber
ducky in front of the sun was appropriate.
ducky in front of the sun was appropriate.
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Since you are at the sea I thought you might appriciate the following although you have a different sea, deeper sky and a warmer sun:
The sea which lies before me as I write glows rather than sparkles in the bland May sunshine. With the tide turning, it leans quietly against the land, almost unflecked by ripples or by foam. Near to the horizon it is a luxurious purple, spotted with regular lines of emerald green. At the horizon it is indigo. Near to the shore, where my view is framed by rising heaps of humpy yellow rock, there is a band of lighter green, icy and pure, less radiant, opaque however, not transparent. We are in the north, and the bright sunshine cannot penetrate the sea. Where the gentle water taps the rocks there is still a surface skin of colour. The cloudless sky is very pale at the indigo horizon which it lightly pencils in with silver. Its blue gains towards the zenith and vibrates there. But the sky looks cold, even the sun looks cold.
Iris Murdoch the sea, the sea
this is a lovely quote. i saw the movie with kate winslet and now, reading this, want to read the novel. currently working my way through "kafka on the shore" which you gave me years ago, so i won't run out and buy it just yet.
also inspires me to write something poetic but un-trite about how therapeutic and beautiful it is here in hawaii. makes me think of growing up in sunny alabama as well as the year we spent in australia. i think i like warm climates.....
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