Nana is a Nana

Nana's first post as a Nana is bittersweet.

The sweet part: Owen Thomas Karkkainen was born on Monday, August 13, 2012. He's around 16 inches long, and four and a half pounds. He's beautiful. Owen is his daddy's boy - you can see the Karkkainen in him - although he may have inherited his skin-tone from his great-great, uhm, great grandmother, Nana Cesario, the source of all things Sicilian in my husband's life. A little olive-skinned Finn with a Celtic first name.

I so want to smooch his little toes, his little neck, his perfect little ears, but he's going to spend a few weeks in his Giraffe - a Star Wars-inspired incubator with a top that raises robotically. You kind of expect it to make a swooshing sound and poof a bit of vapor when they open it up.

Of course, Cork and Adam would want one in their house if it did that.

The sad news is that little Keira passed in utero due to an umbilical cord hemmorage. It's very rare; the doctors say it's just something that happens sometimes. That's a terrible explanation, but you can see the doctors' frustration in having only that to offer, so they can be forgiven. It sucks to be human in a job where people expect you to be gods.

There are little comforts to be found everywhere. And tears are cleansing. And somehow, every bout of tears ends with a smile of a sort.

And here, without further adieu, is the little comfort of comforts, Mr. Owen Pouty Pants.