It seemed like forever until everything was settled down enough for us to start making phone calls. I am pretty sure it was about 10pm when I was able to call my parents. In the months leading up to the big event my parents agreed to order the nursery bedding right away for me. Owls for a boy. Paper dolls for a girl. So, in my best composed voice I announced (after they picked up the phone at 1/2 a ring) that we would need paper dolls. I think they were just as shocked as I was! While my dad wasn't sure he wanted to know her name (he wanted to be properly introduced when they met the next morning) I convinced him that Facebook wouldn't wait and I needed to tell them. Eric was able to make the same exciting phone calls to his parents and his sisters. We found out later that in the flurry of phone calls his mom made, she told everyone that the baby's name was Delilah. When corrected, she had to make those phone calls again. This, I am sure will make a great story when Lyla gets older. This wasn't the only time someone got her name wrong. I even called her Layla once. In fact, it took a couple of weeks to start feeling comforable using the name on a regular basis. I have to say, there's nothing quite like being able to call your parents to announce the birth of their first grandchild. I could hear the excitement in their voices and could tell from the flood of questions that they were just as excited as we were.
Once those big important phone calls were made, the texts starting flying and Facebook was cluttered with the announcement.
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