After Eleanor was born, they cleaned her up while the doctors finished my surgery and then brought her into the room where I was recovering. I’d had a notion of how she would look, and when I saw her I thought for an instant that maybe the nurses had brought the wrong baby. I know that sort of thing is rare, and I was on a lot of medication, but this didn’t look like my baby. Greg and I both had light hair as babies, and this girl had dark hair and rosy skin.
By the time we took her home, I was pretty sure I had the right kid. And now? Well, take a look.
I’m on the left; Eleanor is on the right.