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Friends Only. [04 Jan 2020|06:09pm]


At 9:46p.m., a little head appeared. Steve was beside himself with excitement. I was in a fog, but I clearly remember the joy on his face. He helped turn and lift the baby out. I heard both Steve and doctor announce simultaneously, "It's a girl." Six pounds and two ounces of little baby girl. She was early but she was fine. All pink and perfect. Steve cut the umbilical cord and cradled her, gazing down at his newborn daughter. "Look, she's our little Bindi." She was named after a crocodile at the zoo, and it also fit that the word "bindi" was Aboriginal for "young girl." Here was our own young girl, our little Bindi. I smiled up at Steve. "Bindi Sue," I said, after his beloved dog, Sui. Steve gently handed her to me. We both looked down at her in utter amazement. He suddenly scooped her up in the towel and blankets and bolted off. "I've got a baby girl!" He yelled, as he headed down the hall. The doctor and midwives were still attending to me. After a while, one of the midwives said nervously, "So, is he coming back?" I just laughed. I knew what Steve was doing. He was showing off his beautiful baby girl to the whole maternity ward, even though each and every new parent had their own bundle of joy. Steve was such a proud parent.


-- Terri Irwin, Steve and Me.
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