THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM!

She wanted to come out and play a few weeks early, so we let her, and here she is...introducing to the world the lovely and amazing SYLVIE RAIN CALOF who was born January 18, 2010 at 509pm Pacific Standard Time. She is already crushing forehands, watching Roger down under at the Australian Open, and dreaming of dancing at the MET in her pink tutu.

Where do I even begin. I guess third time is the charm and you'll understand exactly what I mean by the time you are done reading this. Sunday morning my Amanda wakes up and something is off, "It hurt's lovey. They are 10-15 minutes a part and I think we should go in." Ok. Bag packed. Camera charged. Threw on my black DKNY wool jacket (when she meets her father, I gotta send a message that i have some kind of style) and off we went. BAM. SENT BACK HOME! Amanda wasn't dilated enough the nurse tell us, could be back in six hour, could be six days. So what do Jews do, we go eat. Went to grab pizza at Joe's up on Sunset. Great slice by the way if you are looking for good New York Pizza in Los Angeles. We dipped out, went home, watched the globes, read a few scripts and so on. The contractions had continued throughout the afternoon and when the Golden Globes ended and we've stuffed our face with Greenblatt's, Amanda looked at me again and said, "these are definitely a lot stronger then earlier." Ahhh ok. So we got in the car again. Time 1130pm. Bag, still in the car from earlier. Camera, did I leave it on from earlier and now the battery is shot? BAM. SENT HOME AGAIN. Only dilated to 2cm yet again, but the pain was stronger and the contractions closer. WTF. They tell us we can walk around the hospital or go home, but no point staying unless you are around 5cm. It's pouring rain and we head home. I go to sleep. Amanda tells me she will stay up, contractions are getting stronger, I sleep like a baby.

730am. Amanda has a different look on her face then the night before and it isn't that cute little smile we all know so well. Not that Kirstie Alley look from 'Look Who's Talking, but again not so nice. She's in pain and can barely walk. Is this it? Are we going in and staying this time? "You are at 5cm," says the nurse. YES. We are in. Get this girl a frickin epidural stat...I mean stat! Soon enough the drug hits her blood stream, all is groovy and feeling good. Amanda's puts her keppala down on the pillow, out for the count. Not to bore you much longer with my story and I'll skip over the slight scare we had when the baby's heart beat dropped, every nurse literally came out of the wood work like the president had been shot, but around 330 pm we got ready for the party to start. And after about an hour and half, Sylvie came out and wanted a diet coke, no ice with a lime. Peace.

Here are a few friends who stopped by to hang with Sylvie today.