The nurses moved to take the baby for a second and Sara huffed, not quite ready to let her go, but she needed to be cleane dup, diapered, measured and weighed.
"She's tall," one of the nurses stated. "Twenty three inches!"
The nurses smiled down at the baby before adjusting her on the scale, "But a string bean, she's seven pounds, 4 ounces."
The nurse gave her a quick sponge down and even clipped a tiny pink bow in her thick hair.
"Dad? Want t hold her?" The nurse asked, offering the little girl who was now crying again, obviously irritated that she had been dragged away from her parents. Or she hated the pink bow in her hair, which wouldn't be shocking due to who her mother was.