Leah Miller as Peter Quince in "A Midsummer Night's Dream."
Leah forever leaves behind the single digits today. It seems like a minute ago that she was born on the 7th floor of Cedars-Sinai hospital. Just a few hours before Leah's birth we were at the El Capitan Theatre in Hollywood watching "The Lion King." Sophie was swallowing nasty gulps of cod liver oil to try to get things going, a recommendation of a nurse midwife we had spoken to that morning. Back at home, Sophie's water broke at about 10:30 pm during a backgammon game. We got to the birthing room a little after 11, and were told that Sophie was barely dilated and it would probably be about nine hours or so until Leah was born but we could stay if we wanted. I was just about to go out to the lobby to tell Sophie's parents who were visiting from Paris when Dr. Crane suddenly shouted, "Hold it! She's coming!" In a scene straight out of "ER," Crane flung off his jacket, knocking down a cart in the process, and rushed to Sophie's bed. One contraction later (in which Sophie went from 2 to 10 centimeters—ouch?) out comes Leah. Her hair was so long and so RED that I first thought it was the blood! And then when just her head was out, she paused and actually looked around the room! A few moments later, at 11:36 pm, on her due date, Leah Anita Rachelle Miller was born. Was there ever a better day than that?
Mazeltov Danny,
I enjoyed reading all your blogs. What a delight it is and brings a smile to my face. I shared them with MIchael as well. Your sharing of your joy during Leah's birth reminds me of my joy when my children were born. Now whenever anyone asks me what Christmas season is like for me as a Jew all I will have to do is refer them to your blog. You describe it perfectly. It is quite delightful to go to this site and get regular updates about your life.
Love,
Laurie
Posted by: Laurie Jacobvitz | December 28, 2004 at 09:24 PM