She was born via emergency c-section around noon yesterday. She is perfect. My sister is doing great. My nephew is enamored by his baby sister. My brother-in-law is still an asshole.
Me? Yesterday was tough. Really tough. I knew it would hit me hard but I was woefully unprepared for the intensity of the emotions. Today is a little bit better. Tomorrow will be better than today.
We're not going to drive over and meet the baby this weekend. We aren't to a point where we can put a smile on our faces and pretend like everything is ok. Maybe next weekend or the weekend after. It's ok for us to put our emotional health and wellbeing first.