Grace was delivered via a scheduled c-section, so despite my insistence that she was going to come early, Rick and I went to the hospital as planned on May 22nd. It's always surreal when the doctors pull a real, live baby out of my stomach. A true miracle of life.
Grace is absolutely perfect, healthy, and showed us a vigorous personality as she cried nonstop for the first two hours of her life. (She hasn't really cried since those two hours.)
On Saturday, Rick and Palmer went to karate as usual and then went for a boy's-only hike.