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It was a long night - very long - but it's over now. At least, this part of it is. The truly hard part has only just begun. That isn't going to stop Tess from attempting to enjoy the relative quiet time she has these couple of days in the hospital, even if she feels like she's just been hit by a mack truck. Repeatedly.
The baby is finally here. A little girl; her daughter and isn't that incredibly weird to get used to. Everything had gone well and as expected. Of course Ryan had been there, Tess knows she has George to thank for that, but they'll chat about it later. He'd been... helpful, she supposes, and appeared happy with the result.
For now, Tess is alone, resting in her wonderfully private room, the baby asleep barely a few feet away. She can't help but glance over every few minutes, half out of an innate paranoia that the girl may no longer be there and half out of surprise that she is. It's a good thing she's already used to not getting enough sleep.
[[OOC: Open visiting post! Anyone and everyone who might conceivably want to see Tess and the new baby are welcome to tag, Twitter and BNW verses alike.]]
The baby is finally here. A little girl; her daughter and isn't that incredibly weird to get used to. Everything had gone well and as expected. Of course Ryan had been there, Tess knows she has George to thank for that, but they'll chat about it later. He'd been... helpful, she supposes, and appeared happy with the result.
For now, Tess is alone, resting in her wonderfully private room, the baby asleep barely a few feet away. She can't help but glance over every few minutes, half out of an innate paranoia that the girl may no longer be there and half out of surprise that she is. It's a good thing she's already used to not getting enough sleep.
[[OOC: Open visiting post! Anyone and everyone who might conceivably want to see Tess and the new baby are welcome to tag, Twitter and BNW verses alike.]]
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