These first few photos were taken moments after Posy was born. I didn't know it at the time, and probably would have balked at the suggestion, but I wish now that James had turned around a gotten a photograph of my face. Because, as exhausted and sweaty and spent as I was, I don't think I could have concealed the astonishment of this moment. I would have liked to see that.
This is later. There's been much to-do about Posy's name. It was . . . difficult. James and I had mostly settled on Roxanne, so we could call her Roxy. Or maybe Maeve. Or, Francis. There were a lot of options.
I held this little baby, I just held her and held her and held her. And she was so quiet and so sweet. I knew she wasn't Roxy. And I knew I didn't want to give her a name that would ever be a burden. I could feeeeeeeel it. So I looked at her and thought about it and didn't really decide. So we put a dummy name down and went home; calling her baby for weeks.
She's now Posy. Edie calls her Cozy. And I still call her baby.