My, oh my, how time flies.

On Wednesday, May 21st at 11:04 AM, Reilan Marie "Chicken" Seiders was born into this world. By chance, one of my fishing buddies, Darrell Hollifield, helped with the Cesarean (Darrell is a trained Surgical Assistant and didn't just wander in off the street). The delivery seemed about normal to me, but I was solely a spectator. With Jenn in the capable hands of a kayak fisherman, Chicken and I went off to the neonatal unit, where she weighed in at 8 lbs and 7 oz and measured 21 inches.

We then spent a relatively uneventful four days at Virginia Beach General, and quickly Chicken fell into a routine: Sleep. Eat. Poop. Repeat. Jenn's recovery proceeded well.

Now we're finally home, and her brothers are spending their first night with her:"What's Chicken doing now?" "Where's her winkie?" "What's she eat?" Dylan says her crying hurts his ears. There's a lot we all have to get used to.

So, nothing earth-shattering outside the miracle of birth, but perhaps it's worth reviving this tired old blog--now that I have something to write about. But...maybe a quick nap first.