Just got back from the hospital. Molli surprised us this evening by meeting us in a lovely Evening Gown (by Hvidovre). It wasn’t much more than a smock but it was the first time we’d seen her in anything more than a diaper.
Trine asked the nurse if Molli had been too cold or something.
“No,” she replied, “but she needs to start getting used to clothing.”
We each held the bean for an hour. She’s a happy, squirmy, very sweet, and vaguely suspicious little angel. I say vaguely suspicious because she sometimes shoots a look at you out of the corner of her eye that seems downright skeptical. Also she exhibits something like my crooked smile from time to time. Tonight she gave me a crooked smile and the hairy eyeball at the same time, and I couldn’t help laughing. Trine was right there with me and saw the whole thing and also busted out.
Trine did get some information about the poor boy from last night—apparently he was transferred to Rigshospitalet overnight. I hope they can take care of him there.
No pictures tonight because frankly we’re kind of pictured out for the time being. There’s nothing new to show since this morning. Molli is doing well, Trine is coming along, and I’m actually going to try school and work tomorrow. (It’s going to be very hard on me because it’ll be the first time I’ve missed the 9:30 pusling… I won’t see Molli again until early evening tomorrow, probably, and it just kills me.)
I gave V & J the blog address tonight, and I’ll need to get it to Gert, and I’ll probably close the loop right there and keep it a family thing. It’s more relaxed that way and hopefully you’ll all keep commenting the way you have been. It’s nice.
