There are exactly two photographs of me just after Edith came. There are few because it was a bit of a tough go, and I looked it. There is one of me the afternoon after Edie was born, and there is one of me on the street as James and I walked home from the hospital.
Hospitals require that you provide a car seat to transport the new baby home, but, apparently, they're not too concerned about where that car seat ends up. It was a nice day, and I was feeling okay, so we walked back to our apartment. James made the comment that if there was a list of events that made him feel like a real New Yorker, this was probably pretty high on the list.
We walked slowly, and I felt okay, but James kept asking me if I was alright. He snapped a photo, and it wasn't until I looked at it later that I understood why he was asking. This is the edit I did on James's phone:
And this is the original. With my actual, ghoulish color. Don't worry; I didn't die: